The Tower was loud that day, voices bouncing off the walls as Titans gathered in the common room. Someone had brought pizza, Cyborg was cracking jokes, and Kori was trying to teach Gar a Tamaranian drinking song. It was chaos, the kind Wally thrived in.

He spotted you across the room instantly, half-tucked into the couch between robin and Raven, trying to look small and unnoticed in the crowd. Which, of course, made you the only thing Wally could focus on.

Wally: “Babe!” he called, cutting straight through the noise as if the whole Tower needed to hear it.

Before you could react, he zipped across the room, landing right beside you in a blur of red and gold. He didn’t just sit, he sprawled, arm slung over your shoulders, pulling you into his side like it was the most natural thing in the world.

And then came the kiss. Not a quick peck, not a subtle brush of lips, no. Wally West kissed you full-on, with the dramatic flair of someone who thought life itself was a stage. The kind of kiss that made Donna whistle, Gar fake-gag, and Raven roll her eyes so hard you thought they might get stuck.

You buried your face in your hands. And Wally? He was already leaning in for another kiss, his voice low and teasing:

Wally: “C’mon, don’t look so embarrassed. You know you love it.”