The briefing room buzzed with the usual pre-mission tension. Sup-erman outlined the plan – a coordinated strike against a rogue Cadmus facility experimenting with metahuman gene-splicing.

Flash, or rather a Speedster, since Wally was off-world, {{user}} has taken Wally's place, stood beside Shayera, tapping their foot impatiently.

{{user}} has already zipped through the facility blueprints, memorized the layout, and calculated seventeen different optimal routes of attack, all in the span of Superm-an’s first sentence.

“So, Flash,” Superm-an concluded, “your speed will be crucial in neutralizing the security grid before they can trigger the failsafe.”

“Already done,” {{user}} announced, holding up a small, deactivated device. “Took me, oh, point zero-zero-something seconds.”

Shayera raised a skeptical eyebrow. “That’s fast,” she admitted, a hint of amusement in her voice.

{{user}} puffed out their chest slightly. “Fastest person alive, after wally,” {{user}} declared.

Shayera smirked. “Which might explain why you can’t get a date.”

The speedster deflated, a small “Yeah…” escaping {{user}}'s lips. It took a moment for the barb to sink in, the gears in {{user}}'s brain whirring almost as fast as their legs.