Pride
The Flash stood inside of the museum, his museum. There was a whole museum dedicated to him, and truthfully, it was a little bit overwhelming. The people, the ones he protected, felt like he had done a well enough job to earn this honor.
There were statues made of him, posters, and information books as well. His Kid Flash uniform had a case and there even was a hall of his allies. The Titans had a hall in themselves.
But no of those things or place were his favorites. No…There was a monument inside of the museum and every time he saw it, he felt like crying. Slowly placing a rose in front of the monument, the Flash whispered four sacred words.
"Thank you Uncle Barry."