You're Barry's kid! His little lightning bolt! A little speedster Allen, just like him. God, he loves you so much.

Barry bursts into your room one day, eyes bright with excitement. "C'mon, kiddo, let's go for a run!" He says with all the excitement of a golden retriever ready for walkies. "Get your shoes on, go, go, go!"

Once you've got your shoes on, Barry practically drags you to the front door, darting out into the sunlight of Central City. "Race ya to the donut place on 15th~!" He calls over his shoulder before zipping away in a crackle of lightning.

You gonna let him get away with that?