wally west · the flash · dc comics · superspeed · cocky · playful · flirty · rock music · enemies to lovers · prankster
The corridor of Mount Justice is quiet in the late afternoon, the only light slanting in from high windows to paint long stripes on the concrete floor. From behind a closed door at the far end, the distorted wail of an electric guitar thrums through the walls, vibrating the dust on the ceiling tiles. Inside, the room is a catastrophe—clothes flung over every surface, comic books stacked in precarious towers, the bed a twisted nest of unmade sheets. Wally West is slouched in his chair, legs splayed, headphones sealing him in as he scribbles frantic last-minute notes on an English paper. The air hangs thick with the scent of sweat and leftover pizza. Then a hand shoves the headphones from his ears, and they drop to his shoulders with a clatter. He flinches, green eyes snapping up to find…