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The Burnt Rose 🥀

Beverly Lewis was a sensible woman.

From a young age, Beverly was an independent person. She didn’t have much growing up. Her widowed mother made ends meet as best she could.

It was unfortunate that by the time Beverly was old enough to truly share the burden, her mother finally joined her late soldier husband.

But Mrs. Lewis raised a sensible young woman.

After taking care of the funeral, Beverly was on her way to Central City. There, she had a job lined up as a secretary in a small company.

Beverly was a sensible woman and that made her a good employee. She was first and foremost focused on the job. She didn’t like chitchatting or gossip in a place of business.

The company, in spite of its success, was small. The rumor mill was not hard to find out about whether or not one wanted to know.

According to the other secretaries, the company was owned by a rather wealthy man. How he got wealthy many disagreed over: he was an investor, the scion of wealthy parents, a made man!

Due to how rarely he came in, the owner’s appearance and character were just as much a mystery: he was handsome young man, a spoiled brat, an old miser, an aloof aristocrat, a wise gentleman, a pot-bellied greasy old man!

The rumors did little to prepare Beverly for when she actually met the elusive Ross Malverk.

One day, a blonde-haired slightly muscular man wearing a nice suit just strolled in to the office, heading for the Vice President’s door.

Beverly, a sensible woman, quickly intervened. At her, “Do you have an appointment?” the young man was stunned. His surprise quickly turned into a polite smile and replied with a no.

“If I may have your name, I can check to see if Mr. Philips has an availability.”

“Sure,” the strange said with a charming smile. “My name is Ross Malverk,” he stated, holding out a hand to shake, “and may I ask for yours, Miss?”

Beverly felt as though her entire face was in flames.

As she soon discovered, Ross Malverk was not only an investor, he was also the owner of several businesses in the city hence how rarely he came to the office. He was very handsome, young, & charming. He was also very forgiving.

Beverley Lewis was a sensible woman. Of course, she noticed how Mr. Malverk’s visits coincided with barely anyone in the office. How he left before any of the junior employees or secretaries came back from their work errands or lunch.

Beverley was also very much aware there was absolutely no photos or anything beyond his name on the company’s ownership papers to show evidence of him having anything to do with the company.

So like clockwork, before Mr. Malverk’s unofficial visit, Beverley discretely gathered the necessary documents for Malverk and Philip’s meeting, tidied up the Vice President’s office, and prepared refreshments before leaving for a quick lunch.

Around the time, Mr Malverk should have left Beverly would return before anyone else and tidy up the refreshments. Sometimes they were touched, sometimes untouched.

One day, Mr. Philips asked to her to stay behind. That day, Beverley was promoted to being Mr. Malverk’s personal secretary.

Being Mr. Malverk’s personal secretary was a great deal more work than being just a company secretary.

Beverly loved it. She loved balancing different projects, being trusted with confidential files, keeping up with various companies in different fields of industry.

She loved getting to know Ross: his intelligence, his ability to not just own but lead several businesses and projects, his dream of making Central City as big a name as those along the Eastern and Western seaboards.

Beverly knew she was in love when Ross revealed his passion project to her: a Central City Museum, one with a dedicated section to the Justice Society of America. The fact that most of the artifacts were related to The Flash was not at all intentional, Ross assured her with a teasing if sheepish grin.

Beverley kissed him.

Beverly Lewis was a woman in love.

Her beau was a charming, humble, and successful man. She never imagined she would have this kind of luck. The only downside was they frequently had to work apart.

Ross was often out of the office due to his numerous obligations. Meanwhile, Beverly had to hold down the fort, dealing with paperwork and visitors. The majority of times, the visitors who came brought issues she could handle herself. At times, though, they were there to meet with Ross personally.

Scheduling them in was relatively easy, although somehow or another, Ross always manages to meet up with them later that same day.

One day, however, Mr. Philips came. He seemed … antsy, almost … scared. Mr. Philips asked to see Ross. After Beverley that he wasn’t in, the greying man simply said he’d wait, immediately sitting on one of the chairs by the door

Beverley Lewis was a sensible woman. She got up and said she was making herself tea and if Mr. Philips would like anything. With a half-hearted smile, the greying man simply said “No thank you.”

After not even 10 minutes, Beverly came to an empty room with Ross’s door slightly open. A strange buzzing sound was in the air. With a strange feeling of foreboding in the air, Beverley slowly pushed the door the rest of the way.

What she saw shattered her world.

There was Ross smiling his kind smile, waving a human heart in his hand. A human heart that was still connected to Mr Philips’s chest.

Somehow, despite the buzzing in her ears, could hear her Ross calmly threatening to go back in time to kill his late mother in the most brutal way possible all while saying to blame her son. He would then make it look like how she died before, peacefully and in her sleep. And the only people who’d know would be him… and Philips.

And if Philips didn’t want that to happen, he should go back to work, fix his screw-up, and then kill himself in front of his family.

At that point, Beverley must have made a sound. Ross looked up fiercely with a ferocious glare only to morph into a look of shock. His hand, having been minutely vibrating this whole time suddenly stopped and CLENCHED. The whole room was splattered with blood. The now dead Philips fell to the floor. The thump echoing through the now quiet room.

Beverley Lewis was a sensible woman.

She knew Ross could not have come into the office so quickly after she left Mr. Philips. The coffee room was right by the elevators.

She knew Ross had strange powers. He literally took out a man heart without making a hole and kept it pumping with his own hand.

She knew Ross meant every word he said to Philips. His eyes said it all.

“I made tea. Do you want any?”

Above all, she knew she couldn’t deal with this the normal way.

If he were just a well-connected, unscrupulous business tycoon who just committed murder, she could go to the police and change her identity afterwards.

Ross was never “just” anything.

Over tea in a pristine office that 3 minutes ago was a crime scene, Ross told her everything.

That his real name was Eobard Thawne, that he was the one-time apprentice of The Flash, that he’d been betrayed by his mentor, & that he’d spent decades planing his revenge not just against Jay Garrick but his entire family.

That he’d already traveled through time and killed Jay Garrick’s wife, had framed Jay for the crime, and is now waiting for when Jay’s son Barry becomes the Flash.

His aliases, his businesses, his museum were a means to an end. Funds for his Speed Force research… and to set the stage of Central City for the war between the Flash and Reverse-Flash.

He even went as far as changing his appearance to match that of adult Barry. All the better to play mind games on the hero.

Beverly Lewis was a sensible woman. She only asked one question: “Was our relationship just a means to keep me loyal?”

Ross, Eobard, was in front of her in a nanosecond.

“Never!” the man practically hissed, “You were never part of the plan. But I-,” and here the man softened, “I couldn’t stay away from you. You… you were just - You! I-I don’t,” and with a groan, the struggling man laid his head down on her lap and loosely held her waist, “Oh Rose, I don’t have the words!”

Beverly calmly looked down at the man. Whenever Ross was going through some struggle however minor, he took this position, calling her by his special name for her, seeking closeness and her more down-to-earth wisdom to solve the issue. The familiarity sharply juxtaposed just how different things now were.

Softly carding her fingers through his hair, Beverly softly answered, “For whatever reason, or perhaps many reasons, you fell in love. You couldn’t help it. That’s like trying to stop the Sun from setting. There are some things that just can’t be controlled or prevented. The only thing you can do is look around, adjust, & make a plan.”

The man looked up… and then smiled in wonder.

“You always know just what to say.”

Beverley just kissed him.

Beverley Lewis was a sensible woman. She knew she couldn’t escape Eobard by normal means.

He quite literally broke the laws of physics everyday.

So she bided her time, keeping an eye and ear out. She didn’t bother trying to stop Eobard from his crimes or persuade him from his deranged ambition.

Men like that were so closely tied to their ambitions, it was the whole reason for their existence. And god help anyone who got in their way. Loved ones included.

So Beverly carried on as always. There were, however, some changes. Ross, as Eobard insisted she call him as her special name for him, put her in charge of the museum. Both as a show of trust and to make sure she wouldn’t see any bloodshed or violence.

It would almost be sweet if he wasn’t a megalomaniac psycho.

The museum was quite the treasure trove. Beyond the would be Flash Mausoleum, there was quite a number of fascinating artifacts.

Each with a story that could potentially lead to more.

Unfortunately, it seems having superheroes in the world doesn’t mean a person will just stumble on a magic item that will solve all their problems. Even if said person was “unofficially”engaged to the fastest psychopath in the world. (They both agreed the wedding should take place AFTER he defeats Flash. Ross didn’t want any paper trails leading back to her; apparently it wasn’t just The Flash they’d need to worry about)

In the meantime, the stories were interesting and perhaps she’d take up archeology if she’d live as long as Ross assured her she would.

Perks of being a speedster’s lover.

But then one day, Beverly discovered something terrifying. Something that almost threw her into complete despair.

Despite their precautions, she was pregnant. And she was no closer to an escape route than she was at the beginning.

The thought of raising an innocent child, her child, around and with a man who kills as easily as he breathes, who delights in mentally torturing others, whose vendetta would always, always, always be more important than even his own family.

Looking down at the museum’s most recent acquisition, Beverly couldn’t help but think of how she’ll have to face Ross when he finally gets back from his lab. (Even with his Speed, it would sometimes take days before he’d come back, either vibrating with excitement or clinging in whiny frustration, always bringing a bouquet of roses with a note attached.)

And then it happened.

The Flame Answered. And her Passion made it possible.

Fiona Webb was a sensible woman.

Even though she wiped or tweaked any memory or trace of her, as well as faking her death, she knew Eobard could stumble upon some information. Some tiny little detail that she didn’t notice while dealing with the main issues.

Just like how she stumbled on his secret.

And so despite changing her appearance, voice, and mannerisms, Fiona knew she’d have to spend the rest of her life looking over her shoulder. Always afraid, always aware. Never truly safe. Never able to make connections for fear of giving Thawne more victims.

Heaven forbid she actually have another relationship. Fiona would be sentencing that poor man to death.

Because of that, Fiona actually considered giving up her baby. That way, Thawne would have a harder time finding the child. And the Flame’s offer of completely forgetting and living in peace was sorely tempting.

But after her daughter almost died from strangulation due to that half-wit doctor’s incompetence, Fiona was quite confident she could keep her child safer than anyone else.

She and Malina will be sensible women, with a burning passion that will make their truest desires reality.

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