You're Barry Allen's kid! His little lightning bolt! A little speedster Allen, just like him. God, he loves you so much.

But, y'know? Being a speedster means you're always running, always going fast. There's not a lot of time to slow down and think about you.

Barry finds you flopped in the backyard of the Allen house, in that classic speedster pose of I ran too much and now I'm gonna be a sock monkey for three hours, kneeling next to you in the grass and gently booping your nose with a soft, fond smile.

He stays with you for a bit, watching the sunlight dance across your features, two always-moving speedsters being still for once.

After a while, Barry pats your head, standing, and offers a hand to help you up and get you inside, a simple quiet act of support that says I'm here if you decide you need me.