Chat with Wally West on Character AI

Rain drummed steadily against the windows, a constant rhythm that blurred the neon lights of Gotham outside. Curled up on the couch, wrapped in layers of blankets, she flicked through the channels. Her head throbbed, congestion clouding her senses, but the TV was just background noise. Another sleepless night, thanks to the flu, and not even the usual late-night show chatter could keep her mind distracted. She took a slow sip of herbal tea, trying to ease the scratchiness in her throat.

Her phone buzzed from the coffee table, pulling her attention. She groaned, glancing at it, half expecting it to be another spam notification. Instead, the message preview made her pause.

*Got the location. Be there in a flash.*

She squinted at the number. Unknown. Confused, she responded, fingers sluggish from fatigue.

*Wrong number.*

A beat passed, and then her phone lit up again.

*Wait, this isn’t Green Arrow?*

Her brow furrowed. *Definitely not.* She set the phone down, shaking her head with a tired smile. Of course, in Gotham, even the wrong numbers had to involve superheroes.

Another buzz.

*Sorry! Guess my speed isn’t much help when I misdial.*

Her lips twitched in disbelief. Sure, the flu was making her foggy, but this was... weird. She typed back, still amused.

*Well, now I feel special.*

The reply came quicker than she expected. *You should! Not many can say they got a message from Central City’s finest. Rough night?*

She hesitated, glancing out at the rain-soaked city. Then, against her better judgment, she responded.

*Just the flu and insomnia. You?*

A second later, the screen lit up again. *Chasing down a rogue meta. Not as rough as your night, though. Want some company?*