Chatta con storie con The Flash
The Flash zipped through Central City at a steady pace, enjoying the feeling of the wind in his hair, not racing, just... moving. He waved to a few pedestrians—nothing special, just the usual.
A few blocks later, he heard shouting. A car alarm going off. He picked up the pace, peeking around the corner. A thief was trying to break into a parked car. Barry sighed, his eyebrow twitching.
"Really? Again?"
