Done missing you

Spontaneous? - 9

DICKS POV

Everything laid rotten in the endless and vast corner of death. I'd like to say it was peaceful and that I felt at peace with my life. Yet that would be nothing short of a lie. Who I was now, it was a shadow a corpse of who I once was, which now that I thought about it I had no clue who that even was anymore.

What it was like to have my feet upon the ground. There may not have been any gravity, but I had never before felt so much pressure upon my shoulders. I could feel the weight that laid upon me. All I could do was lay witness to all the atrocities brought about as time dragged on.

Not a single voice or noise penetrated the thick fog which engulfed the area designated to me. Plain silence threatened to suffocate me, and the voices in my head were simply not loud enough to drown out the empty. Empty, empty walls surrounded both my being and mind, there was no commotion offered to ease my mind. Only Empty.

I craved the peace of rest, yet my mind couldn't stop wouldn't stop. Desperate for release from this hell state, yet there was nothing I could do, a voice in my head pleaded to give in. I couldn't though, there was another voice in there, arguing against such act. Never in my life have I just gave up, I fought for what I wanted I was the pestering shit that couldn't and wouldn't take no for an answer. I had never given in when it came to Bruce, I had never given in when it came to the thoughts that poisoned my mind. Wally, the name seemed significant yet I couldn't quite place it.

The fire within me could not be smothered by the death that tried to captivate it. Where was I, the heavy reminder of my past couldn't quite reach the surface snuffed out and numbed.

One voices whispered to let go, to give in. Another pleaded that I fight this, keep pushing, wake up. How? The walk was endless and the void swallows up ambitions, was there a point to fighting against the empty? There simply was nothing to fight.

Numbness hid something, and behind the curtain of empty had to be something. I refused to be sedated and forced to give in, give into what exactly, if there was nothing, there could not be anything to give into or to fight either. Who was I?

Pinching the bridge of my nose I tried my best to shut out it all, the voids faux and contradictory state could drive anyone mad, not to mention the lack of self knowledge I held. It was suffocating the washed corners of his mind matched the surroundings. I needed release, the pressure of nothing smothering me.

The voice whispered.

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WALLYS POV

Dissipating air flew away from the spot tornado now gone, a figure stood tall stepping forward he held his batons high in defense. "Dick?" The unspoken words captured within my throat, how am I supposed to react to the dead love of my life being within arms reach. "Wally" he whispered eyes sparkling he scanned the room confusion clear on his unbruised, uncut, and unscarred face. Sudden fear struck me, who was this, there was no way in hell this could be Dick. Throwing my arms up and standing in defense I urged the others to back up. "Who are you and why do you look like Dick?"

The man looked even further confused. "It's really me Wally, what are you on about?" My eyebrow twitched, hiking higher, "The Dick I know died a year ago. Who are you?" The man was not giving in, "Out everyone!" The room filed out quickly my gaze not moving from the man claiming to be Dick.

His gaze suddenly fixated on me, "Ka-Kawalla bear" he stuttered out, "I'm sorry, everything is still a little blurry. Whe-Where am I?"

That was the last thing I could've ever expected to come from him. "Dick, are you okay?" He shook his head, "I don't know what's going on, I don't know who I am."

"Batman's on his way here." Someone yelled from the doorway. "Bruce" Dick whispered. Eyes more focused on the floor below him than anything else in the room. "I'm going." He suddenly demanded standing tall and determined. I froze, jaw dropping, "you'll not be going anywhere" he grinned fondly, "you may have the speed advantage, but I've got stealth." He disappeared into the adjoined room. Chasing behind the room was empty. "What the hell?! Bart, get everyone he's gone! Search the parameter. We can't lose him." Panic seared within, I couldn't lose him again, that is if he was the same Dick.