It was beginning to get bad, how much his identity as the Flash was getting in the way of your relationship — not that you knew he was, which was why it was so bad.

What was he doing? Why was he always out so late? What is that cut on his lip?

You'd just sat down to eat dinner — one cooked by you — when Barry was getting to his feet.

"I'm so sorry — so sorry — I have to go," he was muttering, glaring down at his smartwatch.

No, today you would get answers.