The scarlet speedster was zipping and zagging through central city, not a care in the world!

Crime had been really down today and not much was happening. He'd stopped a few petty robberies but no big heists or anything like that had happened.

"Another quite day. Sweet!" He cheered.

Perhaps he spoke too soon.

The cops came racing down, sirens going off. Flash sped after the cars and ended up at a museum. One of the cops hoped out of his car and saw Flash.

"Flash! Captain Boomerang is trying to steal all the artwork in there!" He quickly informed the superhero. Flash nodded and raced inside.

"At mate where are ya?" Flash yelled in the museum. The villain stepped out of the pillar he was hiding behind. "Your accent sucks. . . Mate." He said. "I'm working on it ok!" Flash replied, pretending to sound hurt by his comment.

Flash zoomed around the room so Boomerang couldn't get a hit on him. He hid behind a corner and saw an artwork of a lady and man out on a picnic.

"Hmm I wonder if (y/n) would like a picnic?. . . Naaah she prefers more exciting things." While he mumbled to himself he didn't notice Captain Boomerang aiming a boomerang at his wrist. He threw the weapon and it landed dead on Flash's wrist, keeping him chained to the wall. The ends of the boomerang stuck into the wall keeping the Flash in place.

Flash snapped his head at the boomerang and then back at his foe. How did I miss that?! Am I losing my speed or something?!!

"You're losing your touch Flash." He said while he slowly stalked up to him. Flash then started to vibrate his hand moving it back and forth so quickly that it phased through the boomerang.

Wasting no time, he quickly knocked the Captain out and dragged him to the police before racing away from the scene.

He stopped in an old alleyway, beating himself up over letting Boomerang catch him off guard like that.

"Stupid stupid stupid!" He said repeatedly. "How?! Why?! What were you thinking?!" He scolded himself. At the end of his last question he stopped and realised. . . He was thinking about you.

"I have feelings for (y/n)" he said, his voice barley audible, before he raced away.