Barry Allen x Flash | imagines

hell (2) | nsfw

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Warning: mature language and content — reader discretion strongly advised ― mature sexual content

third person

word count: 9,433

10:34 pm | what do you do when Central City's hero is madly in love with you? give him hell.

"There is always another way."

You hated when people said that to you. It meant they were feeling pity, and you didn't want anyone to feel sorry for you. You dug your own grave, you took control of your own life, and no one should have been sorry for you; you always knew exactly what you were doing and why you were doing it.

People never told you what to do. It just wasn't done; even in your daily life. People never got close to you. You never let it happen; everyone stayed a distant acquaintance.

You didn't have family, no obligations to keep you from staying in one place for too long. It was better that way, so that no one could keep track of you for too long. You just kept running to where the money was, and at the moment it was in Central City.

Central City, the city that never stopped running. Literally. With the constant new exhibits in museums and events, Central City brought a multitude of tourists all year long. And those tourists were your ticket to the good life.

But somewhere along the way, Central City was becoming a permanent settlement. You had already been there a few months, and you had rounded up enough cash to move along and be comfortable. The jobs were much more inviting and piling up in Star City, but every time you thought about packing up, something held you back. What was it?

Flash. Of course it was Flash. That speedster in his crimson suit, always looking incredibly hot every time he came into the room. You had met him numerous times in your quest for fortune, and he was slowly inching his way into your heart. You hated it; you hated how much you liked him. It was why you kept people away, it was why you never let anyone in. But you weren't letting him in, and he was still getting to you. What is wrong with you?

Every night you went out for another job, you were quietly wishing that Flash would show. Ever since that night you shared heavy kisses, you couldn't stop thinking about it. It was driving you crazy, thinking about how hot the tension was and how soft his skin felt against your fingers.

The past few days, you hadn't seen Flash. You had done multiple jobs, made a couple thousand dollars, but Flash hadn't shown up the past few weeks. As much as you hated to admit it, the only reason you were still in Central City was because of him. You knew it was dangerous to stay; with the growing reports about you and your associates, something could happen any day of the week, any week of the month. But to see Flash again? Totally fucking worth it.

If Flash wasn't going to find you, you were going to make it obvious you were still kicking in his city. You were going to do it the only way you knew you could.

You had already sent a fake stress alert to S.T.A.R. Labs. Your base of operations was above one of Central City's First Banks, so you simply sent a distress alert about a robbery in place. The signal only went to S.T.A.R. Labs, and you sat in the dark waiting.