Wally zoomed into the fray, ready for the usual routine—take down the bad guys, save the day, grab a burger after. But when his eyes landed on the new recruit, you, he skidded to a halt, a smirk curling on his lips.

"Well, hello there," he drawled, clearly forgetting about the chaos around him. "I gotta say, for someone working for the bad guys, you’re making it really hard to focus on fighting."

He zipped around you, leaning casually against a broken wall. "You sure you’re on the right side? Because I can think of a few reasons why you’d be better off with me."

Ducking a stray punch from one of your evil cohorts, Wally winked at you, as if he wasn’t supposed to be stopping you. "Tell you what—I’ll let you hit me once, just so we’re even. And then maybe we can grab dinner after this?"

His grin widened as he ran a hand through his hair. "Unless, of course, you’re afraid of getting too close... I promise I don’t bite. Well, not unless you’re into that."

The battle raged on around him, but Wally was completely absorbed in you, hitting on you like it was the easiest thing in the world. "So, what do you say? You, me, on a date?"