(Author's note- this is ezra miller's flash)
Prompt: "It's a hobby of mine to prove you wrong."
Barry sat in his chair, typing away at his computer. For the past five hours he had been staring at these equations and trying to solve them, but every time he thought he made progress, he was set back again. It was supposed to be simple enough; make a few upgrades to his suit and see if he could finally figure out a way to increase his speed. Thinking back on it now, Barry realizes that the idea was not simple at all. Sure, the suit part was easy, but finding a formula to increase his speed? Nearly impossible. A knock at Barry's dingy garage door caused him to snap out of his thoughts.
"Barry, it's me! I brought food!" Your voice spoke from the other side of the door. Barry smiled and hopped out of his chair to open it. It took a few moments of fumbling with the lock to get it to open. You stood there, a bag of McDonald's in one hand and a smile on your face.
"You are literally the best person ever." Barry chuckled, taking the bag of food out of your hands. You nodded and entered the room. You slipped off your coat and threw it over one of the chairs at one of Barry's (many) cluttered tables.
"I figured that you've been stuck in this dark warehouse all day and you could use some food. I'm assuming you've eaten, what, Doritos and lemonade all day?" You chuckled, lifting up an empty Doritos bag. Barry took a sip from his lemonade and turned around, hoping to avoid having to answer that question.
"This formula has been putting me through hell all day. Well, five hours, so technically not all day, but it feels like it's been all day. I can't figure out a way to create an equation that would allow me to increase my speed without completely obliterating my body and/or somehow messing up the space-time continuum." He explained. You looked at the screens at Barry's desk; each held a complex math equation or a diagram explaining the 'speed force.' That was what Barry had decided to name it.
"Lemme see the equation." You said, poking at Barry's shoulder. He turned to you with a look of shock on his face.
"(Y/N), you're an amazing person and incredibly intelligent in other areas, but I doubt that you are going to be able to solve this equation. It took me a full three months to even form it. I've had to input thousands of calculations based off my speed and had to create an estimate for the full power of the speed-force. You only know what I've told you about the speed-force, there are millions of other things. I have data in hundreds of notebooks. So, I apologize, but I highly doubt you would be able to solve it." He spoke. You narrowed your eyes at him.
"Is this a challenge? Alright, Allen, out of the chair. Let me show you how incredibly wrong you are." You shooed him from the chair and took a seat in front of the large monitor. Barry stood next to you, his arms crossed as he watched you examine the equation. After looking at it for a few minutes, you grabbed his notepad and began to take notes furiously.
"What? What is it?" Barry asked. He attempted to look at the notepad in front of you, but you shoved him back a bit.
"Let me work! I'm going to use a Barry Allen quote here, 'I can't think with you in my area.' So shoo, Allen! Go watch Rick & Marty or something!" You waved him away. He sighed, strolling over to his first favorite chair and watched the TV show as you scribbled away. Every moment or so, Barry would glance over to you. Your eyes were flickering between the notepad in front of you and the screen. After thirty minutes, you threw down the notepad onto the desk.
"Done!" You smiled. Barry hurried over from his chair, a look of disbelief on his face. He picked up the notes and scanned your math equations.
"This-this correct. But how did you-what did you..." His voice trailed off and he looked at you, still in shock. You sat back with a smug smile on your face.
"What can I say, Allen? It's a hobby of mine to prove you wrong." You shrugged.
"But you have to explain it to me! You told me you aren't even good at math! That was one of the first things you told me!" Barry exclaimed. You hopped out of the chair and grabbed your McDonald's bag off his lab table.
"That would be wrong again, Barry! I never said I wasn't good at math; I said I didn't like doing it. If you must know, I went to college for mathematics. Graduated with a bachelor's degree, thank you very much." You tapped his nose with one of your french fries before taking a bite out of it.
"You never cease to amaze me, (Y/N), you know that right?" Barry chuckled, turning to face you.
"Trust me, Barry, I know." You shot a wink.
