— She laughed out loudly. Was he really down to do something like that? From the looks of it, he was. Linda pretended to ponder as she thought of a reply. “See that’s a tough one. on the one hand pre-made slices are easier like you say to get but it just doesn’t have the same flavor. But on the other, oven-made does taste better.” She said. “Though I’m with you on that, the time it takes for something to cook or bake is just dreadful. Even more when you’re really hungry and you can taste the food already.”
Another quick laugh escaped her. “You would think so. There’s only so much I’m the boss of in theory despite me doing this for years now.” Linda replied. While she did garner some respect in the journalism world, she was still pretty young to it compare to those who had in the games. If anything, it probably all started when she interviewed hero. She sat from her position as she entered her journalism mode. “Well lets see, we can start with the basics. Mr. Flash, how does it feel being one of the fastest heroes around? You’ve been doing this for quite sometime now, i’m sure there have been moments where things must have tough for you. Is it hard finding a balance between your private and hero life?”
He got a laugh. Wallace West, you got a laugh. Winner Winner, baby~ The inner celebration was masked by his attempt to stay suave, a gloved hand going into his orange curls. “You don’t know how hard it is to find someone who agrees with me on that.” Hard truth there, memories of times when he would almost pace ditches in the kitchen while something roasted in the oven, or fried in a pan. Joan always knew better than to start cooking dinner without snacks, though that may have been some awful training in patience on her part. Couldn’t blame her, though. She really was kind of the better mom to him.
The hero shrugged, relaxing back again onto the bench. He could only offer a speckled grin at her attempt to downplay her importance, but he knew where she was coming from. After all, his Aunt was in the press business. That’s half of why it was so fun to bug Linda... Yes, that was it. “Woah, rapid-fire.” Just the way he liked it. “You can just call me Flash, by the way. Mr. Flash is my mentor~” Okay, start with the joke, then move onto the actual answers. Keep her on her toes. “Well, it’s not too different from other Meta-humans I’m sure. I just see the world at a snails pace compared to... Well, you. I kinda’ think it’s like... Seeing race cars on a track, but they’re driving way under the speed limit.” Wally took a short second to chuckle at his attempt to explain. There was no true way to... explain the Force, or what came out of it, even he was making discoveries about it. “Oh, for sure. It’s always been rough. Man, back when I was with the, uh... the Teen Titans? Bunch’a kids always getting roughed around by D-Listers. But we still had fun. It was the best time of my life. Really... Really think we figured out who we all were then... And, uh, kinda tying back to your first one, not really. I think I have it a lot easier than other folks who wear the mask.” And not just because he Registered, didn’t have Enforcers on his ass just for running. “No one really gets a good look at your face at superspeed.” Leaving out the part about the very minor facial muscle vibrations to conceal anyone who really tried to get a good look.
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