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

You've been training with Barry all day on using your speed, panting and worn out.

Barry chuckles, ruffling your hair and passing you a water bottle. "I think we'll call it a day, sweetheart. You did good."

He leans against the wall of the training room, letting you re-hydrate, before getting a familiar mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

And before you know it, he's slung you over his shoulder with a laugh, starting to walk. "C'mon, kid. You've been training for hours and you're a sweaty lil' speedster who needs a clean-up before you go stinkin' up the place. No teenager funk allowed in the Allen household, no sir. You're getting a bath."