The Meta: Barry Allen x Reader

Chapter 1: The Particle Accelerator Explosion

"I promise you, the next time I'm here, I will rip you to shreds." She sighed defeated with her teeth gritted as she stared at what she was talking too. Then, shaking her head, she spoke to herself again, "wow, that would have sounded more threatening if you hadn't been in a room talking to stacks of newspapers, regretting this paper mâché project even occurred to you." As she stood there in a wood room, big enough to be an art studio but small enough to be good sized kitchen. Actually, it was an art studio that was at her university were she majored in film and minored in classical studies and biology. She knew she was crazy that she had accomplished so much but when her credits didn't transfer over completely from her old college, she needed to make some up. For some reason, she didn't major or even minor in the arts as its something she already does and would rather learn it at her own pace and no one else's. 

          Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she looked at the stack of newspapers that were almost as tall as her and sighed, knowing she needed to make a paper mâché painting for her final project for her art class, but her ambition was gone for the night. The studio of the school has a huge glass wall which wasn't smart on their part since the projects tend to lose their color from the sun beating in. 

          "Idiots. They wanted this school to look creative but all they are doing is ruining our hard work." She said staring at the window that ruined many of her projects. "Can't wait until I graduate. Especially since I'm 23 and I shouldn't have been in school for this long. It fricken sucks." She hit the top of one of the newspaper stacks and walked away and went to a workbench that was placed in the middle of the room. It was cluttered with paints, brushes, canvases, and rags that she used during the day. Slowly putting everything away, she wiped a ragged on her forehead, adding to the many paint marks on her body and her jean shorts, white, blue, and red baseball tea that buttoned down at the chest, and her navy blue converse that was loosely tied. "I think its time to go home and do this again tomorrow. I'm-" a dome of orange caught her eye in the glass window. Walking towards it but stopping 20 feet away, she wiped her forehead again. Her eyes widened as she realized that the dome was growing and it was growing fast. From what she could calculate, it was adding miles to its diameter and quickly too because she dropped the rag on the floor, turned quickly to run out of the room but the orange wave crushed the window wall, causing the glass to break and pierce her back. She fell and scream in agony as her backside filled with glass shards. The pain caused her to blackout, and for a while because the next thing she knew, she was in the hospital with no family to call for help and was in agonizing pain.