A/N: Hey I’m back look at that okay bye. Also this is trash but whatever.

Request: No because no one will request anything but if you have a request please send it! I’m running out of things to write.

Pairing: Barry Allen/The flash x reader

Description: Batman’s daughter walks in the batcave while Barry’s running around, which may or may not lead to an accident or two. 

Warnings: Swearing???

So I saw the movie a few days ago and there are a few parts I don’t remember so clearly, so if I get anything wrong I’ll fix it as soon as possible. Thanks! (Also this is trash but maybe you’ll like it idk???)

Barry was extremely excited to know that Batman wanted him to be apart of his team to defeat Steppenwolf, or whatever his name was. He could barely contain any of that excitement at all. He knew he should have been listening to what the others’ were saying, but exploring the batcave was way more important at the moment. 

“Hey, kid,” Bruce said. “Watch where you’re going. If you break anything, I’m suing your ass.”

“Be nice, he’s just excited. You’re rich, anyways,” Diana said, walking up to Bruce. 

“That’s very true.” 

Everyone was sitting down (except for Barry, obviously) when you came in. 

“Hey, dad,” you said, walking through the door. “I was wondering if-”

It happened so fast it was almost like you couldn’t have felt the impact. Someone ran into you, at an abnormally fast speed. 

You tumbled backwards and almost slammed into the wall behind you before someone grabbed your arm and pulled you into them. 

“I am so, so sorry. I didn’t see you walk in and I wasn’t paying attention and-”

You blinked and looked up into dark brown eyes. “No, it’s okay. That was my fault.”

“No, that was mine. Are you okay? Did I hurt you at all? Please don’t tell me anything is broken.” 

“No, yeah. I’m fine.” You slowly blinked again, feeling a little dizzy. 

“Hey, kid. Get your hand off my daughter,” Bruce said, walking over with everyone else. 

“What? Oh, yeah. Sorry,” Barry mumbled, letting go of your arm. 

Diana cleared her throat. You turned your head to look at her. 

“Diana?” 

“Hello, Y/N.”

You walked forward and opened you arms, enveloping her in a hug. “It’s so good to see you.”

“It’s lovely to see you as well.”

A wave of dizziness ran over you and you leaned into Diana. “Are you alright?” She asked, putting a hand on your forehead to make sure you weren’t sick. 

You nodded, closing your eyes and leaning into Diana more. 

Bruce looked at you and then at Barry. “Kid, I swear to God if you gave her a concussion or anything-”

“Bruce,” Diana acknowledged. “It was an accident. Y/N, dear, can you look at me?”

You opened your eyes and looked in Diana’s brown ones. She noticed one pupil was slightly larger than the other, and how you kept blinking very slowly. 

“She definitely has a concussion. We need to get her to the hospital.” 

“I-I’ll do it,” Barry mumbled, looking at you. 

“What? Oh, no. You’re the one that gave her the-”

“Bruce!” Diana scolded. “Be quiet. Barry, that would be wonderful. The nearest hospital is a few blocks away, I think.”

“Diana, I’m not letting the kid-”

“If we wait any longer it could be worse than a concussion, Bruce. This is the fastest way.” Diana looped an arm under your legs and picked you up, walking over to Barry. You were basically passed out at this point. She put her arms out and Barry put one arm on your back and looped the other one under your legs, just like Diana did. “Call us when you get there.”

He nodded and ran off, almost running into the door on the way out. 

“Well, that was interesting,” Arthur said, walking away from the group.

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Barry found the hospital in about three seconds. 

He rushed you in (at a “normal” pace, of course), and had you at the front desk as soon as possible. 

“Can I have her name, please?” The lady at the front desk asked. 

“Uh, Y/N. I think.” She looked at Barry suspiciously before putting the name into the computer. 

“Right. So, what happened?”

“Well, I think she has a concussion. I don’t really know what happened, but she was kind of passed out and then it seemed-” Barry lied and rambled on and on and on.

“Okay, slow down. You said she may have a concussion?”

“Yes.” 

“Okay, that’s all. Please take her back there,” she pointed to a door. “Room 137. The doctors will take care of her from there.”

“Okay, thank you.” He rushed to the back room and gave you to one of the doctors. Right after, they pushed him out of the room. He pulled out his phone and called Diana.

“Hello?” She answered, not knowing the number.

“Hey Diana, it’s Barry. I’m in the hospital.”

“Oh, that’s good. Is Y/N okay?” She asked.

“I don’t really know yet. I think she’ll be okay, I’m not allowed in the room so I can’t tell.”

“Okay, well, make sure-” The connection started acting weird until Barry heard another voice. 

“Kid, I swear if this ever happens again I’m going to-

“BRUCE!” Barry hung up the phone and sat down in a chair, looking up at the ceiling. He felt so bad for running into you, and he knew it was his fault. He didn’t even know you, he only knew you were Bruce’s daughter. He probably ruined all chances at talking to you, too. He thought you were really pretty, and he knew you were probably the only pretty girl he might ever get to talk to. 

He was so lost in thought he didn’t hear the nurse open the door. “Mr. Allen, she’s awake if you’d like to see her.” He nodded and stood up, walking into the room.

You were sitting up on the hospital bed, holding an ice pack to your head. You had a TV remote in your hand and you were looking through all the channels. When Barry walked in, you looked over at him and smiled. 

“Hi.” 

“Hey,” he said, shifting on his feet awkwardly. 

“You know, there’s no reason to be nervous. I don’t bite.” You turned your attention back to the TV, scrolling through the channels again. Barry watched the TV go through channels until it finally stopped at one. Supernatural. You threw the remote to the end of the bed and crossed your legs. 

Barry slowly walked over to you and sat on the chair next to your bed. He looked at you while your eyes were focused on the TV. You really were pretty. He didn’t get to get a good look at you until now. 

You looked over at him and smiled. “So, you’re the reason I’m here from what I’m guessing.”

“Yeah...sorry about that.” 

You giggled and looked back at the TV. “It’s nothing really. I’m a Wayne, I can handle it. Plus, you got me out of school for a week or two.” You looked back a him and leaned back on the bed. “You know, we never go to properly introduce ourselves. I’m Y/N.” You swung your feet across the bed and stuck your hand out. 

“Hi Barry, I’m Y/N,” he said. “Wait, no, that’s not right.”

You giggled and stood up. “Nice to meet you, Barry. Thank you, too, for bringing me here and everything.”

“I mean, it wasn’t really anything but, no problem.” He stood up next to you. 

You leaned over and kissed his cheek, grabbing his hand. “Come on. We have to get home before my dad kills me. Or maybe you. I don’t really know at this point.” 

Barry smiled to himself, picking you up and running out the door. Maybe he’ll have a chance with you after all. 

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