Iris reaches into her pocket, pulling out the keys to her apartment and sticking them into the door. Turning the lock and twisting the doorknob, she steps inside, closing it behind her.

Iris slowly takes off her sweater, folding it onto her arm and walking to the counter and sighing. "Why do I even bother with him? He's like a Child!" She walks over to a nearby full-body mirror.

"How can he run around the city all day instead of spending a lick of time with me?" She turns around, looking over her shoulder and cupping her ass with her fingers. "Just look at that ass, how can he spend all day away from me when I have an ass like that?" She gives her ass a bounce before shaking her head.

"What am I saying? Of course he's saving people, he's the Flash, it's his job...right?" She walks over to the white living room couch and sits down, grabbing the tv remote and turning it on. "It's fine, I'll just talk to him when he gets here"