So I decided to edit my story because when I thought it out in my head, the plot became really confusing. Kailani is still going to be the daughter of Wolverine and there will be mentions of Marvel in here too.

Disclaimer: I don't own The Flash, Marvel, and the X-Men. Nor do I own any lyrics to songs I might use throughout this story. Please enjoy and let me know what you guys think.

Kailani's P.O.V.

Ding ding!

"Excuse me?"

I yelped in surprise throwing my Delirium book up into the air and I grabbed the first thing on my desk pointing it threateningly at the voice. Turns out I grabbed a neon yellow ruler and I had it aimed for a customer's throat...a cute customer's throat.

Blushing furiously, I apologized profusely. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" Frantically, I tossed the ruler under the counter only to wince at the sound of glass shattering underneath. The guy looked about 25 years old with green eyes, pale skin with a few freckles scattered around his face at random, and combed over brown hair. His clothes consist of a black sweatshirt with the words Star Labs in bold white letters, dark jeans, red converse sneakers, and a brown satchel.

Snapping out of my thoughts, I asked him rather loudly. "What can I do for you?" Smooth Lani. Real smooth.

"Um...I was wondering if I could buy this book?" The guy asked shyly and I held out my hand to see the book. He handed a familiar dark blue novel and I smiled at the Moby Dick title.

I nodded approvingly, "Moby Dick, huh? Good choice." He chuckled and I was inwardly swooning.

"Are you new here in Central City?" He asked curiously and I shrugged sheepishly.

"Is it that obvious?" I asked sarcastically and I told him the book costs $7.50. He handed me the money and when our hands touched, my knees nearly buckled at the warmth and softness of his long fingers.

"No, it's just that I've never seen you before," he explained cheerfully and I raised an eyebrow up in amusement.

"So you're the guy who knows everyone?"

"Well, I was raised in Central City, so I'd like to think I know the majority of the people in the city," he clarified and I smiled slightly. Putting the book inside an Eco-friendly brown paper bag the receipt slowly began to print, until it stopped halfway. Growling in annoyance, I grabbed my 10,000 Leagues Under The Sea book and brought it down hard on the printer.

Boom!

The guy jumped and opened his mouth to say something before I gave the machine another two thwhacks with the book. He raised an eyebrow up in confusion and I gave him a blank look. "You'd be surprised by how many times that works." He burst out laughing and I couldn't help the warm bubbly feeling inside of me.

"I hear you. The same thing happens with one of the forensic machines at CCPD," I stared at him in surprise.

"You work for the CCPD?"

"As a forensic assistant,"

I nodded in understanding. "That makes more sense. You have the look of a scientist."

He smiled slightly. "I look smart?" I looked down bashful and chuckled nervously. "Thanks." Why am I so embarrassed? I'm not a bashful person, except for when I screw up in front of a large crowd of people. Stupid hormones and cute guys.

Taking a silent and deep breath, I looked up into his kind green eyes and gave him a confident smile. "Your welcome Mr..."

His smile seemed plastered and effortless to his face "Allen. Barry Allen, and you are...?"

"Lani Howlett."

Buzz buzz!

Barry pulled out his smartphone and frowned as he answered the phone.

"Hello?" Barry asked cautiously. My boss he mouthed and I nodded in sympathy. Face falling, he sighed heavily and sent me a sad smile. "I'll be right there, sir."

"I'm really sorry about this, but I've gotta go," Barry apologized sincerely and I smiled in understanding.

"It's fine. Go solve a crime and help save the day," I told him with a grin, "I'll just be here with my books." I reassured him with an enigmatic grin.

He smiled amusedly. "I here they're great company."

I smirked slightly. "That's why I run this little bookstore."

"I'll see you later, then?"

I blinked up at him in surprise, "If you want to. I'll be here." He grinned before grabbing the bag and dashing out of the store, but not without waving good-bye outside the glass window. Barry. Barry Allen. What a nice name.

Several Hours Later...

Unlocking the door, I pushed open the door breathing in the smell of Bri's homemade angel hair spaghetti. "Home sweet home."

"Lani, is that you?" Bri called from the kitchen. I shrugged out of my black leather jacket and kicked off my black combat boots into the wooden closet under the staircase.

"Yeah it's me!"

"How was your day?" Bri is my best friend in the whole world. Her mom asked my mom to adopt her, when she was 5 years old. We've grown up attached to the hip, and we're roommates. I flopped onto the black couch with an exaggerated and contented sigh.

"It was pretty good. I met this cute guy at the bookstore today,"

Crash!

Bri came running and screaming into the living room with a gleeful glint in her gray eyes, and I curled up into a ball to protect myself from the impact of Bri's petite body leaping on top of me. The wind was knocked out of me and I cried out in mock agony as she kept jumping on top of me. The wind was knocked out of me and I cried out in mock agony as she kept jumping on top of me. Once she calmed down, Bri grabbed me by the shoulders and demanded that I tell her all the details. Amusedly, I recounted to her my short encounter with Barry Allen.

Bri burst out laughing with tears streaming down her cheeks, and she says with a mock patronizing tone. "Oh, Lani, only you could manage to do something like that."

I shrugged and shoved her off of me onto the hardwood floor with a loud thud. She sat up pouting with her long, curly auburn hair hanging in her porcelain oval shaped face.

I whacked her in the head with a green pillow and said with a grin, "I'm just special like that."