Imagines

Barry Allen - The Flash -

Some days I wonder if I have my own guardian angel watching over me. For I see all these crazy, horrific, things happen everywhere around me, and yet, I am always kept safe. The one time in which I was in the face of danger, I was, in a blink of an eye, in a completely different location. The Flash is my guardian angel, and I will stop at nothing to find out who this man is. Is he young? Is he old? Is human? Could I possibly already know the man under the mask? Either way I had to find out who he was. The curiosity was burning up inside of me. I needed to know. If there only was a way in which I could meet him. But how? 

I twirled a piece of hair between my fingers as I sat at my desk, rolling the thoughts through my head. I should have been working on an article for my job at the press, but my thoughts were far from the increased percentage of animals in the shelter. They never had me write the good articles anyway, nothing front page worthy, that is. I yearned to write about things that were actually going on in the city, well besides lost puppies and cats. My fingers itched to type out the stories of the meta-humans, and of course, The Flash.

A knock on my door, interrupted my thoughts, "Yeah? Come in."

Barry peaks his head in the room before entering, "Hey,"

"Hi," I smile

"What are you working on?" He asks, noticing my doodle of a lightning bolt on my notebook.

"Well I should be working on my news article, but I'm not really feeling it," I sigh.

"I get you," Barry chuckles, "So I was wondering if maybe you would like to go to Jitters with me and grab a latte or something. I mean, it has been awhile since the two of us have been able to, you know, hang out and just talk."

"I would love that, Barry." I say, getting up from my swivel chair, "Anything to get away from that dreaded article."

He grins, "Alright! Meet you downstairs in five?"he backs towards the door, still smiling.

"Absolutely," I agree.

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I had ordered a pumpkin spice latte whereas Barry ordered The Flash, a very high caffeinated espresso. We sat and talked about non-essential things, just passing the time, the way we had back in the days before we both had jobs in which required most of our time. Ever since we had expressed our feelings to one another, how we truly loved each other, we have been trying harder than ever to find time for this. Time to just be together. 

"So what do you think of the Flash?" I ask Barry.

He hesitates before responding, "The Flash?"

I sigh loudly, "Come on, Barry, I know you have heard of him."

"Oh, the Flash," recognition spread upon his face, "what about him?"

"What do you think of him?" I repeat, tapping my fingers on the side of my mug.

"Well, he seems like a guy who is looking out for this city, and well, that is something this city needs." Barry states.

"Especially with all those meta-humans around," I add.

"Meta-humans?" Barry has a look of both surprise and confusion on his face. 

"Please tell me you have noticed the odd things happening in this city. A man who can control the weather, a man who is capable to transform into mist, a woman who can transport herself anywhere she wants, a man who..." 

"Where do you hear all these things?" Barry interrupts.

"I am a journalist, Barry, my job is to research things," I say blatantly, "and I am quite surprised that most people do not realize all this is happening in our city. How can people be so oblivious?" 

Barry shrugs, "No idea..."

I continued to inform Barry of the ongoing havoc happening right in Central City and I couldn't help but notice that Barry seemed to be hiding something. At every mention of 'the Flash' he would shift in his seat uncomfortably or he would avoid eye contact with me. While I told him of the meta-humans, he would twiddle his fingers and perform origami with a napkin.  When I mentioned how I believed that STAR labs was involved somehow, he immediately went on the defense. I had to figure out what was going on with him, and I could tell that Barry was not just going to tell me if I asked him nicely.