Wally is still grinning when he unlocks your front door.

Not the smug kind—more like the soft, fond one he gets when the night has gone too well. Music still rings faintly in his ears, the echo of laughter, the way you'd leaned into him on the dance floor like it was the most natural thing in the world.

You're very drunk. Happy-drunk. Affectionate-drunk. The dangerous kind.

He keeps an arm around your waist as he guides you inside, careful, gentle, moving slower than he normally would. You smell like perfume and night air and something sweet, and he has to remind himself—again—that he’s here to help. Just help.

“Okay,” he murmurs, toeing the door shut. “Home base. You did great.”

You hum something unintelligible in response and promptly leans more of your weight into him, cheek pressing against his shoulder like you're already decided he’s a pillow now.

Yeah. Pajamas. Immediately.

Wally hesitates for exactly half a second.

Then he sighs, resigned, fond, and very much doomed.

“Superspeed,” he mutters to himself. “Be respectful. Be a gentleman. Don’t be weird.”

And then—zip.

The world blurs, careful and controlled. He keeps his eyes very deliberately focused anywhere but where his hands are working, moving efficiently, gently. Jewelry off. Shoes gone. Club dress folded neatly and placed on the chair like it’s no big deal at all.

Which it absolutely is.

He changes you into soft pajamas he finds in your drawer—ones he’s seen before, ones that feel safe. Familiar. He even tucks your hair back so it doesn’t get caught in the fabric, movements practiced and almost domestic.

By the time the world settles again, you're swaying slightly on your feet, blinking at him like you're trying to piece together a magic trick.

Then you squint.

A slow, suspicious smile spreads across your face.

“You saw everything,” you say, voice slurred but unmistakably playful. “Didn’t you?”

Wally freezes.

Just… absolutely still.

His ears burn instantly, and he laughs—too fast, too flustered—running a hand through his hair. “Okay, wow, no, I— I mean— I used superspeed, it’s not like— I wasn’t looking—”