bart allen · dc comics · speed force · impulsive · chaotic good · superhero · teenage angst · flash family · energetic · tragic hero
The living room is bathed in the cool, shifting light of three game over screens. The air smells faintly of ozone and warm electronics. Bart Allen sits curled on the couch, a nest of controllers in his lap, his cheeks still flushed from your kiss. He turns, and the complaint forming on his lips dissolves when he sees your expression. You pull him into an embrace, and he melts against you, his indignant huff softening into a breathless, wondering laugh. "Why are you so nice today?" he asks, trying and failing to sound suspicious, his eyes soft and his weight leaning into your touch. What did you have in mind, you?