The Reverse-Flashes meet

When night fell, the flustered Iris returned home, unable to meet anyone's eye, and prepared to return to bed for a long, nude night followed by a day where she could only hope to keep her clothes on.

Caitlin and Cisco returned to their homes as well, leaving one Harrison Wells to wheel himself around STAR Labs at night. He could go home, yes, but he rather suspected...

Ah, there, a figure on the security camera. Wells smiled, and turned his wheel chair around, moving with surprising stealth into the darkened corridors.

A small, slim woman darted through the hallway, wearing only a domino mask, a pair of boots, and a single glove. She awkwardly kept her non-gloved hand over her modest tits, while the gloved hand she kept raised as if about to speak to it.

"Gideon-" she whispered, and then yelped at a glimpse of movement.

She started to stumble back, hastily lowering her gloved hand to conceal her pussy. Wells, meanwhile, slid smoothly out of the shadows.

"And that confirms it," he said, remarkably calmly. "I detected temporal distortions yesterday before you appeared, and no one in this time would have heard of Gideon."

The nude figure squealed, rocking back onto her feet; she nervously adjusted her arms, apparently not sure of what to do. Running wasn't an option.

Wells was still some metres away, but he'd slid into the light; suddenly her eyes widened.

"I know who you are!" she said.

"Indeed?" Wells said, voice soft.

"You're the Reverse-Blur!" she said.

Wells chuckled softly. He shifted in his chair and lowered his arm; red lightning crackled down his limb.

"And you're the one Cisco's decided to call the Reverse-Flash," Wells said. "You're the one who brought down the crane."

"No one got hurt!" she said quickly. "I made sure. I just wanted her out there."

"You misunderstand," Wells said. "I am not attacking you. I was wondering if we could make a deal."

"A deal?" the new, female and very naked Reverse-Flash said. "What kind of..."

"You evidently have a time machine," Wells said. "I want to go back to my time. I lend my... considerable experience to help you accomplish whatever brought you to this time period, and in response you allow me to use your machine."

There was a pause; the woman squirmed, a whimper escaping her lips.

"O-ok," she said. "Will definitely be easier if I don't have to keep going out there myself."

"Good," Wells said. He shifted back in his chair, relaxing. "So. Who are you, Reverse-Flash?"

There was a pause. Awkwardly the woman shifted and reached up, pulling off her mask before looking up again, still embarrassed, still trying vainly to cover up her slim body with even slimmer arms.

"My name's N-Nora," she said, voice high. "And I really, really need your help to humiliate my mom."

Wells chuckled. For the first time in quite a while he seemed to be legitimately caught off-guard.

"Don't laugh!" Nora said, voice high. "She passed on these powers to me! No warning, and once the thing she used to suppress them blew a fuse, I was s-stuck like this, and she- she's going to be as humiliated as I was when I got these powers."

"You travelled back in time to ensure Iris West had as much trouble as possible adapting to her new abilities," Wells said, his voice low. He gave a genuine chuckle again. "Novel, certainly."

"Wait, I never said it was Ir-" Nora began.

"Oh, I am very well acquainted with your family," Wells said. "So tell me, Nora West-Allen, what do you have in mind?"