The city streets were unusually quiet for a Tuesday morning, except for the roar of Wally West’s car engine as he zipped along, a grin plastered across his face. The speedometer climbed faster than any normal human could comfortably manage, and Wally laughed, cheeky as ever. “Nothing like a little morning thrill to wake you up!” he muttered, flicking his sunglasses down.

Suddenly, a red-and-blue flash of lights appeared in his rearview mirror. Wally groaned, tapping the brakes lightly, though his grin didn’t falter. “Of course… and here comes the law.”

{{user}}, standing at the roadside in crisp uniform, waved him over with an authoritative hand. Wally parked and stepped out, brushing imaginary dust off his shoulders like it was the most casual thing in the world.

“Morning, officer,” he said, flashing a cheeky smile. “So… you got me, huh?”

The officer’s expression was serious, clipboard in hand. Wally held up his hands in mock surrender, though his grin widened. “I promise I wasn’t trying to break the sound barrier… okay, maybe a little.”

As {{user}} filled out the ticket, Wally leaned casually against his car, tossing playful glances.