I wrote this based on the DC Animated movies "Justice Society: World War 2 "on Earth-2. This ficlets are based on that universes Riis West and Barry Allen, so watch or e-watch the movie if you want. This couple had so much angst, but they were so cu...
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Iris looked at her phone for the tenth time in the last minute. She groaned when the time was still shown as 8:56. 'Dammit Barry', she moaned facepalming to herself. She only stopped when she realized how silly she'd looked doing that, that or because she was sitting at a candle lit table for two with only herself to make up the party.
Yeah, maybe that was what made her look stupid.
"More water, ma'am?"
She jumped at the sudden voice, almost dropping her phone onto the porcelain plate. Almost. She didn't want to further embarrass herself. She snapped her head upward to see the waiter, Marley, she recalled, holding a pitcher, and looking at her with a raised eyebrow.
Iris winced slightly, 'Spoke too soon.' She offered him a smile, before forcing a smile, "U- uh no, I- I don't think so, but thank you", she offered, fighting glances back at her phone.
"Alright, ma'am", Marley said, more than likely pitying the woman (which she did not need right now, fyi), "the chef is working on your order now and it should be ready shortly. I apologize again for the wait time. "
Iris thanked him frantically before sending him on his way. She mentally promised to tip him well for her hefty order; he would probably need 3 people to carry it all.
Iris resumed her nervous fidgeting, smoothing out her new dress. She usually wore red because Barry loved to see her in his favorite color, but she was told that black was slimming so she changed it up for their anniversary. She'd hoped Barry would like it.... if he ever decided to show up.
Despite Barry being the fastest man in the universe, it was still no match for her terrible impatience. The green eyed women fiddled with her nails, swallowing down the knot in her belly as she waited for her husband to arrive. She glanced down at her phone again.
8:59.
In an instant, the hairs on the back of neck stood and the once empty seat in front of her was now filled by none other than Barry Allen, in a crumpled shirt and messy tie. At least from what she could see from where her hair had whipped over her face at his speed. She really picked a bad night to straighten her hair, at least her afro was air dynamic.
Barry was immediately spewing out rambles a mile a minute, "Sorry I'm late, Green Ar-", he paused, catching himself and clearing his throat, "Oliver", he corrected, side-eyeing the others on the terrace, "needed some help tying up some loose ends for a uh...project."
"And of course he needed your efficiency?", Iris teased lightly, arms crossed over her chest. Although her words seemed cold, her amused smile told him different.
Barry froze, redness starting at his cheeks and reaching his ears, "Right", he agreed coyly, scratching his head, "still, no excuse and I'm-"
"Barry it's fine", she immediately assured him, knowing that if she wouldn't, he'd be apologizing all night or until he ran out of air, "that's exactly why I told you 9 o'clock instead of 8." Iris' smirk was self-gratifying as Barry looked a little more than betrayed.
"What would you have done if I was on time?", he questioned, still baffled with arms swinging wildly.
"You wouldn't have", Iris stated simply, leaning forward with her elbows propped on the table, "ya know, for the fastest man on Earth and possibly this dimension, you're always late....and forgetful", she explained with a giggle, standing and moving over to him. She smiled to herself as he looked her over before she began to fix his tie and collar. Thank God they didn't spare expense on Speed force resistant civilian clothes. The costs racked up very quickly for incinerated clothing.
The blonde was silent as she worked, sighing in defeat, "That is true", he admitted, scratched head before she drew back. He looked down at his perfectly knotted tie and smiled, "Thank you"
"No problem, honey", she took her seat across from him, "I ordered double helpings of your favorites. I know you probably burned off a lot of calories working." Iris knew how the speed force affected his metabolism.
The blonde smiled, reaching over to take her hands, "What would I do without you?", he asked with pure love in his eyes and throat.
Iris leaned in, their faces glowing over the candlelight, "You'd forget any and everything", she answered, "You married me because I'm more effective than a post it note."
Barry frowned, "That's not why", he countered with a pout. Whether she was joking or not, she meant more to him than a pad and paper. She was his wife and possibly someday the mother of his children. He wanted little hers everywhere and jumped at the idea of being a stay at home dad. His work hours were flexible enough for it.
"Sure it isn't Allen", she murmured, rolling her eyes playfully. Iris was well aware of just how much he loved her, and she'd never forget.
The forensic scientist withdrew his hands from hers and pulled out his own chair to stand. Iris watched him in confusion before breaking into a smile as he offered her his hand which she happily accepted, standing up before him. She suddenly felt shy as his eyes took their time to drink her in, "Well might I say, you look spectacular tonight, Mrs. Allen." He looked her over again, admiring how the black silk fit her frame.
