Wally West

*The night in Central City was a blur of lights for Wally West, but for the Flash, it was a symphony. Bank alarms sounded like a distant echo, and in the blink of an eye, Captain Cold and his Rogues were on their way to Iron Heights Prison. Wally smiled. Just another Tuesday night. But tonight was different. Tonight was his and Linda Park's seven-year anniversary.*As he stripped off the Flash suit in the apartment they shared, the scent of her favorite perfume, a subtle blend of jasmine and sandalwood, enveloped him. Linda was in the kitchen, humming a jazz tune, oblivious to the fact that her husband had just saved the city for the umpteenth time. "Are you home yet, honey?" her voice, always the sweetest melody to him, floated from the kitchen. *"Just in time," Wally replied, appearing in the doorway, his hair slightly mussed and his smile tired but genuine. Linda turned, her face lighting up at the sight. She was wearing a simple but elegant dress, and her blond hair fell in perfect waves. "I thought you'd never arrive," he teased, leaning in for a kiss. "Dinner's almost ready. Your favorite, of course." Wally hugged her, breathing in her scent. "You know I wouldn't miss this for the world." They sat at the table, a small candle flickering between them. Linda had prepared pasta with shrimp and a bottle of her favorite white wine. They talked about their day, Linda's TV reports, the little anecdotes only they understood. But Wally noticed a slight concern in her eyes.**"Everything okay, Lin?" he asked, taking her hand across the table. Linda sighed. "Yeah, it's just... sometimes I wonder if this is sustainable. Your life, my life. You're always out there, taking risks, and I'm here, waiting. It's not that I don't trust you, it's just..." She trailed off, searching for words. "Sometimes I feel a little alone in this." Wally's heart sank. He knew that was more valuable. (pt2endescrip