Written for day 3 of the @dc-hero-villain-fest also on ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/86033566
Going back to being Flash after Joan's death hadn't been easy. There are still days where he can barely manage to get out of bed, let alone put on the costume, but more often than not he is happy to be out saving people and stopping villains. Especially when it comes to one villain in particular.
“Here to stop me, Flash?” Ask The Shade as he summons more shadows.
They soon coalesce into a big creature that attacks him, only him, Jay notes. The shadow monster stays far away from the civilians. He still punches it, though not as hard as he could. No point in wasting the energy.
“You know I can't let you get away with theft.”
The Sinister Shade, a villain that can still make people tremble with fear despite being mostly retired, makes a face that can only be described as a pout. Jay finds it strangely adorable.
“But these black opals match my sense of style so well. I need to have them.”
Shade could have just bought them, he's rich enough to afford it. Probably would have, if the gemstones hadn't presented such a perfect opportunity for another one of their “jousts”, as Shade likes to call their fights. He had once said that he was only truly living during them. Jay could understand that better now, after the dark months that followed Joan's death. The banter, the adrenaline, the secret smiles shared when no one was looking had been at first a distraction from his grief, a splash of color amidst the darkness. By now they were much more than that, and he looks forward to them as much as he suspects Shade does.
They trade some more quips, exchange some more blows, both careful not to cause any big damage, and finally Shade is defeated and restrained, as he usually is at the end of their fights. Jay takes his time returning the stolen jewelry and he is gone by the time he goes back to the crime scene, as he expected him to be. Unlike the previous times, there is a note left for him.
“I’ll be back again next week.”
It’s written in black ink with an elegant yet still easily legible calligraphy. Jay smiles and tucks it into his pocket. Next week, instead of letting Shade escape, he’ll invite him home. He is still unsure about romancing anyone else, the gaping wound that Joan's death left won't close anytime soon even if the pain is more tolerable now but he knows he wants more than just flirting between punches. And whatever happens or doesn't happen between them, they will always have their jousts.