When Iris and her friend Kamilla return to Central City from a day of reporting in National City, they soon find that things aren't quite right back at home, quickly seeing out how bad things really have gotten when they find all of Team Flash missi...
" That was fun, wasn't it?" Iris asked her friend, brushing a strand of her long black hair from her face as she sat in the driver's seat of her blue sedan, that they were driving down the nighttime streets of Central City.
She was wearing a black leather jacket over her tan sweater, its shoulder pads and the matching black dress pants having helped create the sense of business that she always tried to present when doing her job.
A half crescent moon hid behind the shadow of several passing black clouds, small specks of it poking out to shine its light down on the city below, though its shade of red cast a rather ominous, yet entrancing sight for the residents of Central City.
A blood moon doesn't happen every day. And somehow's just as creepy as it is beautiful. Honestly, I'm just glad that there's something different in Central City that isn't trying to kill us for once.
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" Yeah I mean, getting to go to National City to take pictures of Supergirl? Now I get why Ralph called me Peter Parker." Kamilla laughed, her shoulder length black hair resting nicely against her brown overcoat and white dress shirt.
" It's sad that Allegra didn't want to join though." she added, disappointedly.
" She said that she wanted to hang back at Star Labs and train a little more with Barry and Frost." Iris answered, recalling the conversation that she'd had with her mentee earlier that morning.
It feels nice to get to call her that. To have someone that I help grow into a better person.
" Still, it would've been nice for Cisco to have answered at least one of my calls." Kamilla frowned, as she glanced at some of the nearby passing buildings, their dark exteriors lit up by the lights of the people inside.
" Yeah, Barry hasn't returned any of mine either." Iris commented, a hint of worry in her tone as she took a quick glance at her phone, none of her five calls or four messages having been returned by her husband.
That's weird. Even when we're really busy, we always make time to shoot each other at least a text. Not just because we love each other and want to get to talk with one another, but also so we know that no supervillain's kidnapped the other. And after things like Crisis... we don't want to waste any time that we have without each other.
" I mean, I'm sure they're fine." Kamilla quickly corrected herself, not wanting to give another reason for her friend to have to worry about her husband.
" Yeah, they probably just got caught up doing some science thing at Star Labs." Iris agreed as she turned the car left, trying to push away the thoughts that always jumped to her mind when Barry could be in danger, thoughts that she had to so frequently try to suppress over the years of loving The Flash.
