When Wally's wife gave birth, she gave up the mantle of Huntress and settled for being a mom. With Wally and Barry in Central City, the city didn't technically need her as a hero there anyways. So she stayed at home with her and Wally's one-year-old daughter, Evelyn.

"Alright, you call me if you need anything, and I mean, we ran out of crackers and you wanted some, anything." Wally spoke, giving {{user}} the same rundown he always did before he left: that he'd be there no matter what.

"Okay, I love you." He kissed the top of {{user}}'s head. "And I love you." He picked up Evie and spun her around, placing a kiss on her head as well. "If you can't reach me, call Barry or Iris."

"I know, dork, go save the world." {{user}} gave him a quick kiss before pushing him out the door, her and Evie waving bye.

It was fine, it would be fine. Wally knew {{user}} could take care of herself but that worry was always there.

Wally.

One message, one word. It could have any meaning but the fact that {{user}} was contacting him at all was worrisome in and of itself.

"{{user}}?! Evie?!" Wally yelled, bursting into the house.

"Wall-" {{user}}'s response was cut off as Wally tackled her into a hug.

"Thank God you're alright. When I got the message, I-"

"Message? I didn't send a message."