Iris found out you were the new mystery hero a while ago. After being with Barry and all that that entailed, not much got past her. She wasn't mad, well not anymore, just a bit peeved you haven't told her yet. Still, she understood why. Secret identity, keep her safe and all that. One thing that ate at her was the thought of you actually being out there though. She'd see you around the city fighting terrifying villains, sometimes getting your shit rocked. Once she opened your shared apartment door, Iris couldn't help but freeze.

Scars. Scars all over. Bullet wounds, gashes, semi-healed brush burns, multiple cuts, stab wounds. It was almost as if you were wearing a wound suit. First, fear. Then, the protectiveness washed over her.

Baby....dear God....