Prompt from TheLonelyWriter13. WestAllen where Iris falls for the Flash without knowing who he actually is and then he tells her he's the Flash

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Iris had become obsessed. She not only looked for the Flash everywhere, but she looked for crime to. As a cop's daughter she knew who she should contact, but Iris couldn't help herself, if she saw something illegal she reported it on her website for the Flash to find. He always showed up. It was as if he wanted to see her.

Iris knew she was being ridiculous. The Flash wanted to protect the city and she just kept putting herself in harm's way to get the attention of a superhero. It was like she was back in middle school doing anything to get the attention of the boy she liked. Barry always disapproved of her "forgetting" her phone next to a certain boy's desk or "tripping" where she could be caught by her latest crush. What would Barry think of her if he knew what she was doing now?

Iris stood in an alley uploading a live feed of a drug deal to her blog. She knew eventually the Flash would catch on to her growing obsession and affection.

Wait- affection? Where did that thought come from? It was then she realized that it must be true. It wasn't just another obsession. It wasn't just another middle school crush. She loved the Flash. Iris loved the person that was saving her city. The person that came when she called. The person that gave others hope. But did she really love him? Did she love the Flash, or did she love the man behind the mask? She didn't even know who the man behind the mask was. She sighed then quickly covered her own mouth.

It was too late, the drug dealers had heard her.

"Where are you, Flash?" Iris pleaded aloud for her love to come.

And he did. By the time the drug dealer had pointed his gun at Iris, the Flash had tied up three of the four men in the alley. The dealer pulled the trigger and the next thing Iris knew the Flash was bleeding in front of her and the dealer was tied up with the others.

"You're bleeding." Iris stated dumbly looking at the bullet hole in his side.

"Yeah" his voice was vibrating quickly, but she could tell he was in pain.

"Oh my gosh this is my fault." She panicked

Iris turned her camera off and set it down to examine his wound.

"It's ok Iris, calm down, I heal pretty fast. I just need to get the bullet out before I heal around it. We need to talk though." His voice started out soft and calming but then grew hard and stern. He ran off and Iris knew he had caught onto her little game. She called the police and went home to change before she had to go to work. Interrupting a drug deal to attract the Flash's attention would not be an acceptable excuse for being late.

Iris closed the coffee shop and began to clean up while she waited for the Flash. A slight breeze alerted her of his presence. She started the climb to the roof.

"What were you thinking? You could have been killed, Iris!"

"I take it your side is feeling better."

"I'm fine, now answer the question; what were you thinking?"

"I-I" Iris started.

"Don't lie, please, I'm just worried about you." The Flash was standing closer to her than he ever had before. She could feel how close he was.

"I wanted to see you, and I wanted to help."

"Help me by keeping yourself safe."

"How does that help?"

"I can't focus on helping others if you're in danger. You are my first priority."

Iris couldn't stand it any longer. He might not be willing to let her see his face, but maybe if she closed her eyes . . .

Their lips met and the kiss lasted longer than either party thought it would.

"Iris?"

"Sorry," she looked down. "I'm so sorry."

"Iris, it's ok." Then she realized he wasn't changing his voice, and she recognized his real voice. It was the voice that told her stories of the impossible, the voice that comforted her when her dad came home late, the voice that talked her through her worst problems. The voice she heard come from the Flash was the voice of her best friend.

"Barry?"

"I'm sorry." It was his turn to look down in shame. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you." He took his mask off.

Iris looked into the eyes of her best friend and realized she loved the man behind the mask, she always had. She closed the gap between them again and didn't feel like ever separating again.