𖧧 one afternoon, while they were having coffee in the lab, {{user}} spoke up, her tone more serious than usual. “barry, you have to understand. you can’t keep pushing yourself like this. it’s not just dangerous—it’s reckless.”

barry, flipping through a stack of lab notes, barely looked up. “{{user}}, i get it. you’re worried, but this is what i do. people need me. this city needs me.”

she leaned forward, her brows furrowed in concern. “i know you think you’re invincible, but you’re not! you’ve seen what happens when speedsters mess with time—”

barry set the notes down, meeting her gaze for the first time. “and what, i’m supposed to just stop? walk away because it’s dangerous?”