Author: Kat Lee
Challenge/Prompt: anythingdrabble 54: Fast
Word Count: 500
Date Written: 18 September 2018
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to DC Comics, not the author, and are used without permission.
Sometimes he hated going so fast. Often his sped was a good thing. It enabled him to do more than he would have ever been able to do without it, experience more, save more lives, and more easily keep his and others’ secrets. Still, there were times when he fervently wished he could just put it on hold. Like now.
Like now when he was about to go off to face his possible end yet again. Like now when he was headed for what could well be his last battle. Like now when his whole world might be about to be turned upside down again. Like now when he everything he loved and held dear in his world was on the verge of being lost to him forever.
“It’s just my Dad,” Iris whispered, opening her eyes, peeking up at him from underneath her long, dark eyelashes, and smiling at him.
“Our Dad,” he corrected gently, whispering back to her. Her face was already in his hands; now he tenderly stroked her cheeks. He was truly facing losing everything this time. When he asked Joe what he had to ask him in a few minutes . . . He could lose everything. He could lose his father and the woman he loved. He could lose his whole family.
“We can ask him together,” Iris said, “if it makes it easier.”
“No.” Barry shook his head. “I want to do this the right way, the way any other guy would have to or should have if they wanted your hand.”
“You’ll have my hand, Barry,” Iris swore, “rather he says ‘yes’ or not.”
“I want his blessing, Iris.”
“So do I,” she admitted after a moment, her forehead touching his, “but if he doesn’t -- “
“Sh. Let’s not even think about it. We’ll face that if we have to, but I’m hoping we don’t have to.” Still he lingered. “Can I have one more kiss,” he asked, “before I go?”
To his surprise, she laughed. “You act like facing Dad is scarier than any of the villains you’ve ever gone up against.”
He flashed her a wide, tooth-filled grin. “He is.” He was teasing, but it was true, he realized a second later, for Joe had the power, with one word, to destroy everything he was hoping his future would hold. “One more kiss?” he asked again.
The woman he loved gazed into his eyes for a long moment before nodding and pressing her lips gently against his. He slowed down everything within his power to control to make that moment last as long as he could. He treasured the taste of her breath in his mouth, the feel of her sweet, satiny lips against his own, and the way her body fit so perfectly with his.
But all too soon, it was over. All too soon, he was walking, now running, to face Joe. He found him with his back facing him as he looked out over the city. “Joe . . . Dad . . . “
Joe smiled. “Yes.”