blue soles

anonymous asked:

Can you do a bat!aunt imagine one with them dating Barry Allen

Earlier I wrote a similar one to this so you can check it out here! So instead, I wrote one where they are kinda on a date – or the beginning of their date! Sorry if it is short! Hope you enjoy~

Barry smiles as he watches you walk up to him. He drops his arms around you to hold your waist as he leans down to press a kiss on your waiting lips. He could feel you smiling in to the kiss. 

“So, Mr. Allen, where are we going today?” You ask him as you stare at your boyfriend. His blond hair and blue eyes had solely been the reason you were attracted to him in the first place and then his smile. The way Barry smiled often left you feeling flustered and his wonderful personality finally won you over. 

“Wherever you want to go, Miss Wayne.” Barry presses a kiss on your cheek causing you to giggle before turning around to scan the area. “This is your second time here right?”

You nod your head. You have not had the chance to come Central City a lot (on your own accord that is). Most of the time you came to Central City for meetings - Wayne Enterprise wants to have a new branch office built there and you are overseeing the project - and almost all of that time you had been stuck in your hotel room, going through all the paperwork and making sure everything will go smoothly. 

Barry ponders for a bit before his eyes caught sight of the flyer. “Hey babe, wanna attend a fair?” He asks you, nudging you to look at the flyer he had been staring at. 

You examine the flyer: when was the last time you went to a fair? You don’t even remember and because of that you nod your head. “Lead the way, Allen.”

Barry chuckles before making sure no one is around - he can never be too careful - before lifting you up in his arms, bridal style. You wound your arms around his neck and in a blink of an eye, the two of you are already at the outskirts of the fair. 

Barry chuckles at your ruffled hair before he fixes it for you. You look up at your boyfriend and cannot help but smile. Even though the two of you have been dating for over seven months now, you always find something new to fall in with every single day.

“Babe, is there something on my face? Or are you totally taken by my absolute handsomeness?” Barry teases you causing you to laugh, shaking your head. You swat at his chest playfully. 

“I was just thinking how lucky I am to have you.” You finally tell him as the two of you walk hand in hand towards the fair. There was a decent amount of people too. 

Barry tugs you to him, wrapping his arms tightly around you. “I’m the lucky one, Y/N.” You blush slightly when you caught sight of people staring at the two of you but Barry’s words made you feel extremely happy. Barry on the other thought perhaps today is a very good day to execute his plan. Thank goodness he brought it along with him: the box that is sitting heavily in his jacket’s pocket.

poems for the signs

The fire and blood of a dragon runs through your veins,
and it takes only but a spark to light your fuse
Your soul is an inferno, that wanders through the night, 
wailing like a lonesome wolf.
You are a force to be reckoned with,
with your tempting, but destructive beauty.
You have the ability to scorch even Earth itself,
with just one single glance.
You, my dear, are built out of gold,
one of the most rarest and beautiful things to find in life.
Never lose your flame, for you will lose nothing but yourself.”

You have flowers blooming through your soul,
even in the most darkest and hidden parts of you.
You illuminate a brightness, brighter than the sun,
with your silent radiance.
People are memorized by the power behind your voice,
as the honeyed taste of spilling love falls from your lips.
You are nature itself, grounded and tough,
but pleasuring and lush, like the trees around you.
You are the healer, kissing people’s wounds,
with your undying love.
For you are hard-headed, but not hard-hearted.”

You are the unusual, the chameleon soul,
changing your colors, due to your inner indecisiveness,
that is as wide as the ocean.
Your eyes are like stained glass windows,
holding many colors that represent the wide range of emotions that you hold.
You are the soft skin your lover craves to caress,
the skin that smells of lilac and sunflowers.
Your deception is playful and freeing,
for you are a sharp-tongued lover.
Darling, you are a safe haven, a home,
and anyone who dares to entangle their soul with yours,
will be changed forever.”

You are the nurturer at heart, 
the one that keeps lovers safe in soft silks.
Your soul is bathed in moonlight,
while your tears ripple in the crystal oceans of your collar bones.
The blue-dark belongs solely to you,
and your soft hands part the dark,
letting the light shine through for everyone to be entranced by you.
With beauty as dangerous as a knife,
and love like a double-edged blade,
You are the moon, the keeper of night.”

You are the vibrant goddess of the day, 
with skin as gold as the sun, 
bringing hope to the sunrise. 
Unconditional love brews inside of your photosynthetic heart,
with the ability to keep people alive with a burning desire.
You are sharp-tongued and made of broken glass and honesty,
which is to be admired throughout your life.
There are heartbeats in your eyes that shine so brightly,
you are to be mistaken for the sun itself. 
You are so much more than all of your sins and mistakes,
and all of the tears that stain your radiant eyes,
will soon turn to gems.”

You, my love, are a flower born in the heart of a drought.
Your skin is made of lace and silk, for you are fragile thing,
to be handled with love and care. 
But deep in that pure soul of yours,
lays ardent thoughts and dangerous beauty.
The scars across your heart shall fade like a distant storm,
for you are a soul seeker, a searcher, most importantly, a human.
You are a gentle nymph, singing lovers into a trance,
for you are as lovely and ethical,
as  a faery song.”

For you are a bed of roses, 
with your crimson petal lips and china doll cheeks.
Sometimes you are as bright as the day,
Sometimes you are as dark and mysterious as the night,
you keep people on their toes, waiting for your next move.
You are beauty, in the way that humans so rarely are,
warm and starry eyed,
for you truly are the child of Venus.
You love with the strength of a storm,
but with the kindness of a child.
Darling. you are the oxygen that everyone needs.”

Silver raindrops drip from your lips like stars in the sky,
with hips like a hurricane and a soul to match. 
You are the body electric, the midnight dancer,
with passion that is to not be confused with arrogance. 
You are a supernova, the explosive rebirth,
with a smile that crafts magic.
So many layers and colors you hide, 
contained in your electric heart.
You seep poison into the veins of those who hurt your loved ones,
for your undying passion and love knows no bounds.”

You laugh and smile in sunbeams,
for you are ready to burn through the darkness of the night.
Your everlasting light is buried in the softness of love,
but the untamed dark lingers through your soul.
You, yourself, are a religion, a dreamer,
but as dark and deep as the midnight ocean.
You are so in touch with the earth all around you,
for you have stars in your eyes and moon dust in your hair.
You are a warrior, a light, a fire.”


You, my love, are the definition of inner strength. 
Beyond the hunger of your golden dreams,
a softness remains.
Your soul is a work of art, so bold and unique,
everyone wants a part of you.
tease, touch and dark,
love is something special, and you treat it like gold.
There are sparkles in your doe eyes,
and your touch entrances people,
with the undying mystery and ferocity in every stroke of your love.”

You are made of nocturnal oracles and burning stars,
the brightest stars from all the heavens.
Your brilliant mind is as wide and colorful as the aurora borealis,
and oh, what I’d do to get lost in it for eternity.
Your heart bleeds in water colors, 
for you are the ocean itself,
keeper of the lively tides.
The bruises that paint across you skin are like galaxies,
for you are fully made of star dust.”

You are the galaxy in the skin of a human, the owner of the sky.
Your bruised mouth speaks an intoxicating type of love,
for you are a sweetheart, a seductress.
Your starving soul is desperate to wrap around another,
for you find beauty in the broken. 
Your mystical and rose colored aurora draws admirers in,
for you, yourself are the unknown.
Darling, you leave a trail of stars wherever you go,
for you a wanderess of the night.” 

Thomas “Dread” Bernhard, Number 24 Shortstop

Some pre-war Dread doing what he does best