Done missing you

I'll be back-10

WALLYS POV,
   The area was empty, Di- the man who claimed to be Dick was no where to be seen. Running a shaking hand through red stalks I let myself wonder, what if it was Dick? The possibility was there, but how, why, what would he be back for. Arms dropped and suddenly the ground grew more interesting, I had got over him, I swear up and down. He was buried in my heart and mind and here he was to break the walls of his own coffin. Clicking the walkie-talkie I held I spoke confidently "I've lost him." The grassy fields swayed beneath the darkening sky, waving in the wind. What was I to do? My mind was both empty yet filled with questions and tried at answers.

   "Come back Wally." M'gann called over, her mind softly touching at mine. Pushing her out I whipped away the tears that tried to sneak their way out. No more crying, no more sadness, any emotion that wasn't sadness.

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   "How could he have escaped?" Batman demanded. I had known the man for years and I could barely recognize a lot of his facial expressions. Dick would know them, every last one. I was silent and that undeniably must have pissed Bruce off further.

   "WALLY!" His fist slammed into the desk. My eyes shot up to look at the man. He twitched, I could only imagine how this had to have been effecting Bruce. He didn't look good. He looked stressed. I could laugh it wouldn't have been taken the right way, but the situation was just too golden. And like a rotten gold egg it was stinking up the air poisoning those around it.

   "I uh- I don't know what happened. One moment the group including all on screen were just chilling about when a tornado just kind of appeared out of nowhere. I didn't recognize it but once it dissipated he was there. In the center." I am weak. If I was half the hero I claimed to be I wouldn't be alone delivering this report.

   "Oh, thank you." Batman was lost in thought. He must have been since there was no other explanation for him thanking me. "Can I go?" Bruce nodded in thought. It would be better for me to leave him to that thought process.

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   Linda, bless her, stayed quiet for most of the ride home. I was driving but I could feel her eyes shift from examining me to staring out the window. God knows what she was searching for. "Babe?"

"Huh?" I cautiously peeked over my shoulder to send her a soft glance. "What's wrong Lyn?" Her face looked drawn down with eyebrows, mouth and somehow eyes downturned. "Babe-." She shook her head, "Are you- what." She took a deep breath and sighed. "Are you alright Wally?" Her thin fingers upon my shoulder were grounding.

I couldn't bring myself to- to bring my eyes back to her. A mixing concoction of grief, guilt, and pain churred uncomfortably in my stomach. Not to mention I had been fighting the urge to run, run away and get as far away from what? There wasn't any escaping what had just happened. Practically choking on emotions, I just wanted it to, well I don't even know. Bile rose in my throat. "Please." I whispered to her, I wished I could make it sound less broken, less obvious.

"Please." I had to pull off to the side. I couldn't keep going. The strength to keep my head up had vanished. I lay a sobbing mess upon the steering wheel. Arms crossed tightly around my head. "Wally." She laid her hand delicately to my shoulder and it was too much.

Without much thought I pushed myself from the car. Time spun and I couldn't tell if I was speeding or normal. Lost in emotions. Lost in my mind.

In an instant I found myself in the cemetery. His grave still in tact. Just as it looked back then. "WHY?!" My fist made contact with the unforgiving dirt.

Here lies Dick Grayson. Here I lay. The place my heart had gone to die. With my cheek pressed to the patchy grass I tried to focus on derailing the maddening train of my mind. Breathing in breathing out. Deep intakes followed by deeper releases.

"I thought that was it." I lightly touched the engravings. "We had gone through so much to just be there for one another." The tears smeared into the dirt causing the muddy ground to stick to the side of my face. "All those years wasted fighting and bickering. Oh god all the bickering." I shook my head further into the dirt. "You weren't there Dickie." A choked out sob was all I could muster. "You weren't there for me and I needed you."