The League had been together for a very short amount of time. A very short amount of time for Flash.
So in other words, about three years give or take.
To begin with, he had been scared of Batman. That scare had morphed into friendship surprisingly easily.
They were complete polar opposites, Batman and Flash. One was the embodiment of fear, the other a lighthearted speedster with a knack for pissing people off with his jokes.
Who would've thought that they could've become best friends? Or that they had the same taste in music? Or that they would be holding hands one day?
What had changed them, where had the turning point been?
Had it been when Batman protected Flash from the criticism of the others after another stupid mistake?
It might have been when Flash had saved Bats' ass in the latest over-sized-monster fight.
Or perhaps it had been when they had sat down to watch a film together, friends to begin with, and lovers in the end.
Whenever it was, Flash didn't know. All he knew was that the man sitting next to him on monitor duty, the one smiling gently at him now, was the first person he'd ever truly loved.
And, of course, his best friend.