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"That was years ago Flash."
"Wally."
She pressed her lips together, a sign that had always meant unspoken contradiction. Very little had changed about her in mannerism. It was the physical change, the actual effects of "growing up" that startled Wally. Jinx had never shown that much skin the last time they had seen each other. He pushed that awful memory away.
"Listen—" She cut him off with her hand, palm open.
"You might be into this superhero bullshit, Flash, but you know how I feel. You sit in that tower, making judgment calls like you're all a bunch of Gods. I can't be part of your little club in the sky. I just can't." Her pink eyes narrowed with regret. As he opened his mouth to object her cell phone began to ring. She gave a small apologetic smile.
"Yes, yes, the copies…I'll have them for you in the morning, sir…." Wally took in her appearance more fully.
Hair as bubblegum and obnoxiously pink as ever framed her face in soft ringlets, her eyes not quite as harsh as he remembered. The outfit. He couldn't believe she had spent all that time teasing him about spandex and here she was, clad in the white material. Her hourglass figure had immediately taken him by surprise. As a teenager she hadn't been extremely curvaceous, though still pleasing to the eye. Jinx was grown up now. He wondered how he must seem to her, after all this time.
"Sorry. I've been having a hard time keeping up at work and…"
"Jinx. Please." He had never been more serious in his entire life.
As she met his gaze, many things happened at once. It was like his entire life was flashing before his eyes, flashing faster than even he could run. He saw all of his hopes and dreams, except most of these memories revolved around her. Stolen nights in the museum after rounding up petty thieves, the smell of her hot breath against his cheek, watching her bake Christmas cookies for the first time, how she had tried to hide the fact that she was crying when they had burned, the feel of her in his arms, nothing could ever be wrong, and she was so warm, so soft, so vulnerable to him in those moments.
He could never be happy without her. Never ever, because she had been the one to show him just how content and complete life could be. The broken girl had shaped Wally in so many ways; it was only at this moment that he realized how impossible it would be without her for another 10 years.
And she was staring back, tears in her eyes and he was sure she was remembering those nights, those promises as well.
"Oh, Wally."
She threw her head back for a moment, eyes towards the sky as if in surrender, finally succumbing. She was sweet and hot, like cinnamon, and he crushed her against his chest, never wanting to let go, the tears starting to form in his own eyes as she murmured his verdict.
"Yes."