Não interessa se você é o garoto mais lento da turma, ou o homem mais rápido do mundo, todos nós estamos correndo. Correndo de algo, correndo para algo ou para alguém. E não interessa o quão rápido você é, existem coisas de que nunca vai conseguir fugir. Algumas coisas sempre vão pegar você.
The question I get the most is, ‘Do you want [Iris] to have powers?’ And while I would say, ‘Yes, I would love to strap some leather on for an episode’, I love that she provides this human quality to this very superhuman show. It’s something that our audience can all identify with. None of us are probably gonna get struck by lightning tomorrow and end up being the fastest man alive, I mean it could happen. But this show reminds us, you know, if you did get struck by lightning tomorrow, are you Barry Allen, or are you a villain? Who are you today, and what kind of person are you? So, it’s really fun for me to get to play this really human element on our show. I think [Iris] is extraordinarily important to Barry’s superhero narrative.
Nice, get some everclear in the mix! Thanks for the prompt :)
“Look,” I say, “it’s not you, it’s me. I think I’m just heading in a different direction right now. I can’t let our relationship hold me back anymore.”
Light, fastest man on Earth, superhero extraordinaire, stops struggling against his bonds to stare at me. “Did you kidnap me to…break up with me?”
My heart skips a beat. “No! I mean, we’re not even, like, dating so I’m not. Obviously.” I adjust my rubber gloves nervously, tucking my lab coat more securely into them. “Just, um, letting you know that you don’t need to save the day anymore. From me at least.” I laugh and stop abruptly, face flushing. My laugh is off putting, so I hear.
Light speed kicks the chair I’ve tied him to and grimaces when it doesn’t break.
“It’s titanium,” I say, shoving my hands into my coat’s pockets. “I’ll let you go, just wanted to tell you goodbye, I guess. We, uh, probably won’t be seeing each other again.”
“Are you dying?” he asks, strangely alarmed. He lowers his voice. “Or is someone threatening you?” His eyes narrow. “Is it Technomaniac? Because he’s from Texas, this isn’t even his turf, I can contact the heroes down there to come get him–”
“I’m not being threatened,” I blurt out. He’d kick another villain out of LA for me? Why? “I just, it’s time for me to move on, that’s all. I, well…”
“You are dying,” Light says, face horrified. “Oh my god, and I threw you through that window last week!”
“I’m not dying!” I throw my hands up in the air. “I’m quitting being a villain!”
The words ring in the empty lab. All of my equipment has already been disposed of, the experiments, everything. I’m ready for a new start, totally and completely.
“You’re…quitting.” Light seems unable to comprehend it. “Like, quitting quitting? Or taking a break? Or maybe you mean rebranding, I hear that’s popular these days–”