"How unfamiliar." The Flash said as he made a thorough examination in order to make sure that he wasn’t hallucinating. It was some young woman that wore a opposite colours to his own. The yellow, the red, it was so very reversed, and she looked to be no joke.
But it did leave Barry with a few chuckles on his lips. “Are you a fan, is that why you are wearing that costume?” he mused.
"A fan?" She raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms over her chest. She knew whom she was speaking to of course, but unlike her father, she felt no particular fondness or attachment to her predecessor, "Not of you, no offense, but you’re a little before my time."
She paused, then offered him a handshake, “I’m Kid Flash.”
■ - Violent headcanon
♦ - Emotional headcanon
✿ - Happy headcanon
● - Sad headcanon
♠ - Painful headcanon
♥ - Love headcanon
♡ - Sex headcanon
☆ - Appearence headcanon
☠ - Death headcanon
♒ - Family headcanon
☮ - Friendship headcanon
▼ - Childhood headcanon
∇ - Old age headcanon
☄ - Food headcanon
★ - Education headcanon
Irey snorted. “My brother never got off his video games. You couldn’t find a bigger nerd. My dad is a mechanic for the police department. He does most of his nerding in his private time. He seems to particularly enjoy chemicals. Mom’s a reporter though.”
"What is it with West boys and the video games? Last time we were sure the world was ending, the top of my brother’s bucket list was to beat all his high scores in Grand Theft Auto… then he got this lame ass turtle tattooed on his chest." She shrugged, leaving out the bit where she’d tattooed "loser" over top. "A reporter, huh? Like Lois Lane?"
"Magic is an odd thing here, our world has become very…split over the supporters and racism of magical creatures. And the fact earth’s in ruins doesn’t help, I mean our drinking age is thirteen and the age of consent is eleven." Lian said climbing up a fire escape and dropping her arrows at the top window. She flipped back down and stood up. "So, you drink?"
"That’s quite frankly one of the most depressing things I’ve heard in a long time. I mean, I have a brother who chugs vodka for breakfast, but at least we have laws that should be preventing him from doing that." She frowned, waiting at the bottom for the other girl, "I’ve never seen the point, my hyper accelerated metabolism keeps me from getting drunk, but I guess it wouldn’t hurt to try."
IF YOU’RE EMOTIONALLY ATTACHED TO YOUR MUSE AND PHYSICALLY HURT WHEN THEY HURT CLAP YOUR HANDS
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