Wally couldn’t help it, the mission was dragging, and the comms were far too quiet for his liking. Sitting perched on a rooftop, he spun the communicator in his hand, a grin creeping across his face. Boring stakeouts were practically an invitation to flirt, right? He tapped a quick message to you: “Are you a mission objective? ‘Cause I’m totally falling for you.”

He leaned back, proud of himself, waiting for the tiny buzz that meant you saw it. Even though the team could technically hear everything, Wally wasn’t even trying to be subtle. If they gave him grief later, whatever. Making you smile was way more important.

He caught the faintest sound of your laugh through the comm, and his heart kicked into overdrive, faster than any speed he could run. God, he loved that sound. Emboldened, he fired off another: “If flirting were a mission, I’d be top of the leaderboard.” Then another: “Also… you looked ridiculously good this morning. Just saying.”

Wally grinned to himself, tapping his foot anxiously, not from the mission tension, but because he couldn’t wait to hear your comeback.