"Limited to ones' Imagination" - DC Fanfic

League Pizza – March 3rd

The warm scent of freshly baked pizza filled the air as Alex, Margaret, and James stepped into League Pizza, a popular hero-themed pizzeria in the heart of the city. It was a special day—James's birthday, and Alex had made sure it would be one to remember.

The walls were decorated with comic-style murals of heroes and villains mid-battle, and the restaurant buzzed with energy as families and children crowded the booths. James, barely able to contain his excitement, practically bounced in place, tugging at Alex's sleeve.

"Hurry, hurry! Everyone's here already!"

Alex chuckled, ruffling the kid's hair. "Relax, birthday boy. You'll have plenty of time to eat your weight in pizza."

Margaret, walking beside them, smiled warmly. "You sure you didn't forget anything?"

"Nope," Alex replied confidently. "I sent the invites, made sure everyone's pizza is covered, and—" he patted his pocket— "I've got my secret weapon."

Margaret raised an eyebrow. "Which is?"

Alex grinned. "Mastery of the Claw Machine."

James gasped. "YES! That means I get the first plush, right?"

"Obviously," Alex said. "Birthday kid gets first pick."

Margaret laughed softly, shaking her head. "You spoil him."

"Of course I do. It's his day."

They made their way inside, greeted by the sight of half the kids in James's class already gathered around a large reserved table. The energy was contagious—laughter, excited chatter, and the sight of giant pizzas being brought out.

Alex had split the costs with Margaret—despite her protests that she should cover it all—but they compromised. They both paid half.

After all, no one was going to argue about free pizza.

The Best Claw Machine Player Ever

As everyone dug into the Martian Meat Lovers Special, Alex slipped away toward the claw machine, an old but well-stocked contraption filled with stuffed superheroes, aliens, and cute creatures.

"Alright, kids," he called out, catching their attention. "One toy each. You pick, and I get it for you. Guaranteed."

The kids gasped. Some of the adults watching scoffed, and a few parents even muttered, "Yeah, sure."

The first kid, a boy with glasses, pointed at a Superman plush buried in the corner.

Alex cracked his knuckles, moved the joystick with precision, and dropped the claw exactly in place. With a smooth motion, it clamped down perfectly on the plush, lifting it up without issue and depositing it in the prize slot.

The boy's jaw dropped.

"No way!"

"Next?" Alex asked, smirking.

One by one, the kids picked their prizes, and Alex won every single time.

Even the adults were shocked.

"Is it rigged for him?" one father muttered.

"No, I think he's just… that good?" a mother responded, watching in disbelief.

Meanwhile, in the corner, a small group of women had gathered, whispering to Margaret.

"He's young and handsome," one of them said, nudging her. "Where did you find him?"

Margaret, who had been enjoying the evening, rolled her eyes but smiled.

"I ordered from his Quickmart for four years," she explained. "We always got on each other's nerves, but when I found out I was being cheated on, he helped me."

The women murmured in surprise, exchanging knowing looks.

"That's when I realized…" Margaret continued, resting a hand on her slightly growing belly, "I was lucky to have him."

There was a brief silence before one of the women smiled and said, "You got yourself a good one."

Margaret glanced at Alex, who was still entertaining the kids, and smiled softly.

"Yeah… I did."

As the evening wound down and the kids were getting sleepy from all the pizza, Alex sat at a side table, enjoying a moment of peace.

That's when he noticed a man approaching.

His steps were casual, his smile friendly—but Alex immediately knew better.

The disguise was flawless, but Alex could see past it.

"Harrison Wells," the man greeted, sliding into the seat across from him.

Alex leaned back, crossing his arms. "That's an interesting alias."

The man chuckled. "Oh, you know how it is. Gotta blend in."

Alex stared at him. "I don't know why you're here, but I do know you're not some old friend."

The man's eyes glowed faintly red for a split second before his smirk widened.

"Clever," he said. "But you already knew that, didn't you?"

Alex's expression didn't change. "Let's stop playing games, Thawne."

The disguise flickered briefly, and Alex finally saw Eobard Thawne, the Reverse Flash, staring back at him.

"I don't know why you're here," Alex continued, his tone even, "but if you're looking for a fight, now's not the time."

Thawne rested his hands on the table, his smirk fading slightly.

"Oh, I'm not here to fight," he admitted. "I just have a… question."

Alex gestured for him to continue.

Thawne's expression darkened. "You used my force sometime in the last few months."

The air between them grew tense.

Alex tilted his head slightly, not denying it.

Thawne leaned forward. "You don't just use the Speed Force without me noticing. And more importantly—" his voice lowered, eyes narrowing—"you don't use my Speed Force without consequences."

Alex chuckled. "Is that what this is about? You're upset someone dipped into your special little power source?"

Thawne's jaw tightened. "You don't understand what you're messing with."

Alex studied him for a moment before grinning.

"Well, if the great Reverse Flash is that stressed out about it," he said, waving a hand toward the pizza still on the table, "maybe we should talk it out over some Martian Pizza."

Thawne blinked.

Then scowled. "You're not slick or funny."

Alex's grin widened. "Maybe not, but I do know you want some pizza."

Thawne hesitated for a moment before sighing.

"…Alright," he muttered. "I would like some pizza. And some answers."

Alex gestured for a waiter, signaling for another slice.

"Then let's eat, Professor," he said. "This should be fun."

To Be Continued…