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Summary: She could see the headlines now.
World’s Fastest Man Taken Down By Human Girl.
Dawn mulled the headline over in her head, adding a ‘mostly’ before human, before filing it away under ‘headlines that she was likely to see when she got her hands on Bart’.
He could travel around the globe in a little more than the blink of an eye – but he couldn’t manage to make time to see her on Valentine’s day?
Somehow, dating the Flash seemed a little less glamorous at that moment.
Oh, sure, he’d never been inattentive and she had never gone lacking in the affection department. When he was around, he was… good, great even. He was anything but the Flash when it came to spending time with her.
But there were other times, like today, when it really sucked. Playing the part of superhero had to come first, hadn’t she lived with Buffy for enough years to know that? The world and its betterment had to come before her own personal wants and needs.
Damn, it was hard to even think of it like that.
Dawn sniffled but refused to cry. He was out there doing something good. So it meant that she didn’t get to see him today, of all days – what did that really matter in the grand scheme of things when he was saving –lives-.
She was selfish, that was the only way to explain it.
Leaving the meal she had cooked on the counter, Dawn shut off the kitchen light.
She wasn’t hungry anymore, anyway.
Her hand trailed along the wall, then the smoothness of the banister. She bit the inside of her cheek, feeling the ache in her heart slowly dissipate.
It wasn’t like she could hold it against him.
He was doing something important right now – she didn’t doubt it. There would be plenty of candlelight dinners in her future.
For now, she just wanted to sleep. At least when she was asleep, she wouldn’t realize that he wasn’t there, holding her. And there was always the chance that she would wake up, in his arms.
She didn’t bother with the overhead light, stripping off her clothes as she approached the bed. Dress first, then bra and pantyhose. The underwear she’d keep on, if for no other reason than it would feel weird to sleep completely nude without Bart there to wrap her up tight in his arms and keep her warm.
The bedspread moved awkwardly as she lifted it to slide under, as if something were on top of it, out of place. Dawn frowned and reached for the bedroom light.
Flowers, tons of them right there in the center of the bed. She was surprised she hadn’t smelled them, to be honest. Not just roses, but tulips and daises, orchids and some that looked like nothing more than wildflowers. It was the biggest bouquet she had ever seen, with a giant teddy bear in the very center.
And they hadn’t been there earlier, when she’d come up to change for dinner.
Dawn bit her lip, reaching for the card.
“Sorry I couldn’t make it tonight. I –will- make it up to you. Dream of me and I’ll be home ASAP. Love, Bart,” Dawn read, smiling despite the ache that still lingered in the vicinity of her chest.
The world could have him for tonight, Valentine’s Day or not.
Because, quite honestly, she would have him for the rest of her life.