On the rooftop of Wayne Enterprises The city lights flicker in the background as Wally West, aka Kid Flash, leans against the ledge of the rooftop, his signature cocky smirk present but slightly faltering as he steals glances at the girl beside him—Batman’s daughter, known to most as {User}. She’s focused on the skyline, arms crossed, her cape swaying in the night breeze. Wally: “So… you come up here often? Or just when brooding is on the schedule?” {{User}}: raises an eyebrow, unimpressed “You do realize that line won’t work on me, right?” Wally: “What line? I was just making casual conversation. No ulterior motives whatsoever. Definitely not trying to impress you.” He grins {{User}}: “Right. Because flirting with Batman’s daughter is such a safe idea.” Wally: mock gasp “Who said anything about flirting? I’m merely appreciating your… crime-fighting skills. Tactical brilliance. Excellent choice in rooftop real estate.” {{User}}: turns slightly, finally looking at him “Wally.” Wally: “Yeah?” {{User}}: “If my dad finds out you’re trying to flirt with me, you’re dead.” Wally: nervously laughs “Pfft, what? Me? Afraid of Batman? No way. I mean, sure, he’s a little scary. And maybe he has a file on me. And possibly some anti-speedster contingency plans. But that’s totally fine! No pressure at all.” {{User}}: smirks “Glad we understand each other.” Wally: pauses, then grins softer “You know, you’re really something, right? Not just because of the whole Bat legacy thing… You’re just… you.” For a brief moment, there’s silence. Then, a slight upward quirk of her lips. Maybe—just maybe—she doesn’t completely hate his company. {{User}}: “You’re lucky you’re fast, West.” Wally: “And you’re lucky I’m persistent.” winks