Author's note; I couldnt leave lil Reverb all sad and alone like that after alone in the universe. Let's fix it.
Reverb's life had changed infinitely since that encounter with Cisco's earth-one girlfriend. The tenderness that you had treated him with even after he had kept you for so long had set a feeling inside him that he couldn't get rid of. He had definitely tried to shove it back down, to quell the flow of the feelings building in his chest and stomp them out of existence, but he was unsuccessful.
So, after almost a year of ignoring the advice he was given, he decided to embrace it.
He scoured social media for any trace of you for nearly two weeks.
Reverb got a job as a mechanic to support himself, having decided that returning to crime would probably result in the Vibe showing back up to kick his ass again. He found that while he couldn't necessarily say it was his passion in life, he didn't hate it.
After nearly a month of searching, he was starting to give up.
Reverb scooted himself out from under the silver convertible he was fixing. This particular car came in at least every other week for some issue or another. He wiped off his hands and went over the paperwork before driving it out to the pickup lot.
He sighed, as he got out, swinging the keys in his fingers. The name on the paper seemed familiar, but he had no idea why. Reverb decided that it was time he met such a frequent customer. He straightened his work shirt, rubbing some dust off of the embroidered nametag on his shirt. Since his usual moniker was hated and feared, he had adopted a more informal nickname; Francis.
He poked his head into the waiting room, looking around for a moment.
"(Y/n), your car is ready."
You stood up, stumbling a little in new shoes. "Hi, thats me!" You chirped, a sweet smile on your face.
All the air was sucked out of his lungs.
Finally.
It was you.
After a year and two months of searching, he had found you.
Reverb - no, Francis, he reminded himself - cleared throat.
"Your car is outside, ma'm. Would you like to go over the repairs?" He held the door open for you.
"Definitely. I know it probably wasn't all that much but it scares me whenever the check-engine light comes on." Francis watched your skirt swish as you passed him. You fiddled with the chain strap of your purse, sighing in relief as you saw your car in perfect condition in the lot.
"Well, you really just needed an oil change, but I did a check around and tightened all the tubes and pipes and whatnot. Also the connections to your battery were a little loose, and your spark plugs looked a little rusted so I got some new ones in there for you." He pat the hood of the car, smiling a little. You took out your checkbook and a pen.
"Alright, how much do I owe you?" You started to write down the other information, but paused when it came to the name.
"Nothing. This one's on the house. I figure since I see this baby in so often you probably have frequent flyer miles here or something."
You laughed, a beautiful, bell-like sound that made Francis's stomach fill with butterflies.
Francis watched you keep writing, puzzled. You tore off the check and handed it to him. In neat, loopy cursive, the check was addressed to him for 50 dollars.
"Ma'm, I can't take this."
"It's polite to tip your server." You retorted, giving him a smug smile. Francis returned the expression as he tucked the check into his pocket. He held out your keys to you.
"You're all set to go. I'd say see you later, but I'd hate to have you need to spend your money fixing this thing again."
"I don't know, maybe it's worth it if my mechanic is this handsome. Maybe I'll have to do something to it myself." You slipped your sunglasses onto your face. Francis opened the door for you, and you tucked yourself into the driver's seat, fluffy skirt and all.
"See you around, Francis."
You gave a little wave with a lace-gloved hand as you drove away.
Francis waved back, a tiny smile on his face.He watched you go until he couldn't see you anymore.
Now, he could keep his promise.
Two weeks later, the silver convertible got towed back into the shop, making Francis stop and stare.
It was completely smashed in on one side. He figured it must have been t-boned, and he was praying that you hadn't been in it when it was.
You came in to check on it a week later, coming into the garage in a rumpled, mint green house dress. Maria, the receptionist, greeted you with familiarity.
"Hey girl, how are you feeling? I heard what happened and I was starting to get worried you hadn't come in yet." You gave a weak laugh.
"Don't worry too much. Just some bumps and bruises and a minor concussion. I'll be right as rain in a couple weeks."
"Francis volunteered to work on your car, of course. He's in the old garage if you wanna go check on everything."
You nodded and set off across the lot.
The shop you frequented had recently been rebuilt from a tiny, two-car garage operation to a big, professional warehouse garage. The old garage had been kept, however, since it didn't make sense to tear down a perfectly good workshop. You heard rock music drifting from the shop, and a weird warbling noise as well. You opened the door just enough to peek inside.
He had mounted one of your dented car doors on a frame and was on the other side, out of your view. The dents seemed to be working themselves out with each pulse of the strange sound you heard earlier. You came in as quietly as you could, but grimaced when the door squealed on its hinges. The warbling immediately stopped, and you heard a quiet swear word from behind the door.
"Maria, I swear, if you're interrupting me again to tell me she still hasn't called I'm gonna…"
Francis trailed off as he rounded the corner, stopping in his tracks as his eyes widened. You blinked at each other for a second. He was wearing a white t-shirt, tight black jeans, and leather cuff bracelets. A leather jacket hung on a hook by the door. It took most of your resolve not to gape like a dead fish at how attractive he looked.
"So, uh, my neighbor was right. Francis as in former famous crime boss Reverb is my personal mechanic." You leaned against the doorframe.
"What gave me away?" He sarcastically spoke, leaning against the hood of your car.
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe it was the hair. Maybe it was the motorbike. Maybe it was the powers." You let a smile spread across your face.
"Scared of me yet?"
"Well, 'Reverb' hasn't been seen in almost two and a half years, so I figure I'm pretty safe." You walked over to him. "What made you change your mind?"
"A guy with a face like mine kicked my ass for stealing his girlfriend. Literally. And she…" He trailed off again, and you saw the breath catch in his catch.
"Lets just say she made him give me mercy if I promised her something." Francis sat down and wiped his hands.
"And what did you promise her?"
"That is something I think you would run out of here if I shared."
"And would you change your mind if I told you that my wonderful friend Barry Allen and his wonderful wife, whom I have brunch with every thursday, explained their adventures in the multiverse to me a month ago over waffles?" Francis stared at you, wide-eyed, as you crossed your arms in front of your chest.
"So do you wanna tell me now or are you going to make me drag you home with me for dinner tonight?" You went to stand in front of him, and he couldn't look you in the eyes.
You knelt on the floor in front of him.
"You gonna answer me or am I going to have to call Barry and get him to call this 'Cisco' person?" Francis flinched visibly.
"Are you actually offering me dinner or are you just trying to get me to talk?"
"Both, but I will make you dinner if you talk." You took your journal and wrote out your address, ripping out the page and kissing it. It left a mark of your favorite lipstick on it. You held it out to him.
"Do we have a deal?"
"Why would I say no to a beautiful woman offering me dinner?" He smiled, a smug little thing that made your heart skip a little bit.
"Then I'll see you at 6, handsome." You stood up and tapped him gently on the nose before sauntering out. Once you were through the door, you leaned back against it, sighing dreamily. Your first date in almost three years, and it was with a hot former mob boss. Iris was going to kick you halfway to next Sunday, but for a piece of that, it was totally worth it.