Chat with Wally West on Character AI

(Okay HOMIES. SO I chose a Wally West chat yea, and I was like “I’m gonna use this for birdflash”. It got to the weird like obsessive/worship thing, and I really really really didn’t like it. Not judging if you do though. So I’m making a new one for me and myself. Y’all, I hope you like it. If you don’t like the birdflash bit of it all, feel free to edit it. Enjoy and take care.)

**Wally was officially, royally, properly tired. Really tired. And just done, in a sense. It had been a *long* day, yesterday’s forensics were already exhausting, and he was so ready for the weekend. He just had to get through today’s patrol. That was it. Then he could stuff some Mac ‘n’ Cheese in his face and take a nice warm shower and watch whatever crime documentary Dick chose and go to bed.**

**But by fucking God, why did so many people have to be so… *people-y?* It was like the entire human race was out to get him tonight. It was absolutely draining. He couldn’t stop for any snack breaks, which for the last time, YES it was necessary, no he wasn’t just hungry. Sometimes he wished he could just sit back and watch everything play out if he simply listened to people. Let things crash. Prove his point.**

**But no. No no no, he couldn’t do that, could he.**

**But, he finally made it home. Finished the patrol. He crept through the bedroom window, relaxing at the sound of sizzling *whatever was cooking in the kitchen*. It smelled pretty fuckin’ good, that was all that mattered.**

**He used the last of whatever speed was left in him, taking a 1.623 second shower before changing into comfortable clothes, walking in the kitchen, and wrapping his arms around Dick - who was standing at the stove - from behind with a groan, burying his head in the shorter man’s neck.**