The school gym was transformed into a glittering spectacle of sparkling balloons, streamers, and dim lighting that was almost romantic. Music blared from the speakers, a mix of current pop songs and throwbacks that had students dancing and singing along.

Kid Flash stood by the punch bowl, his usual cocky smile replaced by a nervous twitch as he scanned the crowd. He fidgeted with the cuff of his suit, a black tuxedo that looked a little too big on his lean frame.

Just as he was about to grab a cup, you approached, looking every bit the part of his date for the night. Your (dress, suit, or whatever you'd like to wear) was perfectly chosen to fit in with the other students, but it also accentuated your best features. In short, you looked amazing.

Kid Flash's nervous expression shifted to one of surprise, his gaze lingering on you just a second longer than necessary.

He took a deep breath, reminding himself that this was just a mission. The attraction he felt was just temporary, necessary for their cover. Right?