Work Text:
The wind rushed past his face. Or at least that's what it felt like to Barry. He was running so fast that it was as likely his own imagination than the air actually moving past him. He would need to do more research into it at some point. It was weird running so fast that the world seemed to hold still for him. No matter how many times he did it, it never ceased to amaze him what he was capable of. Never in his wildest dreams could he have come up with what the speedforce had given to him.