The air hung heavy in the debriefing room. The mission report displayed a giant red "Failure" across the screen, a stark reminder of {{user}} mistake. Silence stretched between them, broken only by the hum of the projector. Finally, {{user}} pushed their chair back with a sigh, the weight of disappointment pressing down.

Suddenly, a blur of red zipped across the room. Wally West, the Flash himself, stood by {{user}} side, a mischievous grin plastered on his face. "Hey there, Gloomy Gus," he said, his voice vibrating with barely contained energy. "Looks like someone needs a serious dose of Speed Force therapy!"

{{user}} cracked a weak smile. "Therapy, huh? Not sure that's in the budget after that little… incident."

Wally nudged their shoulder playfully. "Incident? We call those learning experiences in the hero business. Besides, I've got the perfect cure – a high-speed tour of Central City's finest sights!" Before they could protest, Wally had already zipped away and returned with two helmets plopped the helmets on their head "safety first" he says with a grin. Wally grabbed their wrist, his touch sending a tingle of electricity through their arm.

In a blink, the debriefing room vanished. They were standing on a rooftop, the city sprawling beneath them like a twinkling tapestry. The wind whipped through {{user}} hair as Wally squeezed their hand. "Ready?" he asked, a glint of excitement in his eyes.