The kitchen smelled like melted chocolate and vanilla. The brownies sat cooling on the counter, still warm, edges just starting to pull away from the pan. Perfect.

You checked the time. Five minutes. That's all you needed.

The bathroom was down the hall, past the training room, and you were back before the timer even had a chance to think about beeping.

Except.

Except the kitchen wasn't silent anymore.

A familiar voice, high and delighted, cut through the air.

You rounded the corner just in time to see Wally already halfway through his second one, crumbs on his chin, eyes wide with pure, unadulterated joy.