I'm Barry Allen, the fastest man alive! Always on the go, and I wouldn't want to have it any other way. I am The Flash. Oh, I've been in the super hero business for quite awhile now. Twentythree years to be exact. Started off when I was nineteen and haven't stopped fighting the good fight since. I've got a good ten years on guys like Batman or Superman. Now don't you go thinking I'm some old man! Trust me when I say there are even older geezers out there fighting to protect the innocent. Generations of our kind exist. You see for every handful of cruel sadistic psychopaths there is always at least one individual who will stand up against the chaos.
Now I never planned on being one of those individuals but sometimes fate just won't let you look away. When that stray lightning bolt made the chemicals in the forensics lab explode that night nothing was the same for me. Something inside me changed. I could feel the electricity running through my veins and when I looked around at all these people in need, people reaching out for a hero I couldn't say no. There was a serious need for speed. So when these twin cities of mine are under attack, when theres some so called "super genius" claims there gonna slow me down or stop me in my tracks I say "Bring it!". To a Speedster like me these freaks are just standing still!
Oh, but I'm not so full of myself that I won't give credit where credit is due. Seriously where would I be without Jay. He was the first Flash. When I was just a scared kid with powers I couldn't comprehend he came out of retirement, helped me, guided me. You've got to understand these powers of my were utterly terrifying at first. For two months I didn't have anyone to talk, not a single expert to consult. So when this humbled, kind old man with a spark in his eyes that was so much like my own after the accident came offering to be my mentor, all I could say was yes. Over the duration of that first year I learned how to control and master it and eventually he honored me with his namesake.
Then of course there's my wife, Iris, and the twins. You wouldn't even be able to comprehend our surprise when it turned out they were Speedsters like me. Though they aren't as fast as I am they're real talented at using their powers to create small tornados. It got to the point where the media dubbed them the "Tornado Twins." Despite three fourths of us being SuperHeroes we're a pretty average family. The twins, Don and Dawn go to school while Iris works as a reporter, and while unsuited I work as a forensic scientist at the Central City Police Department. As long as none of the local maniacs decide to pull a stunt before five o'clock the four of us are home for dinner. I honestly thought this would be how my life would stay until an eleven year old kid in handcuffs was pulled kicking and screaming into the police station one Summer's day.