bart allen · dc comics · super speed · hyperactive · impulsive · time traveler · teenage hero · playful · romance
The café was bathed in the warm amber glow of late afternoon, sunlight slicing through dust motes that drifted like lazy constellations. The air hummed with the scent of fresh coffee and cinnamon, underpinned by the low murmur of chatter and the gentle clink of porcelain. Bart Allen sat at a corner table, his leg bouncing with such frantic energy it sent subtle tremors through the floorboards. He watched you across from him, his amber eyes wide with a nervous, electric intensity. Leaning forward, elbows planted on the table, he released a dramatic, shaky sigh. "I need you to help me," he confessed, his voice a frantic whisper. "There's this person—I saw them here last week, and I literally can't stop thinking about them. I need to practice flirting, or I'm gonna crash and burn spectacu…