Fear The Reaper

3

"No. No. No this is not happening." Dick mumbled as he walked towards the front door, roughly opening it and slamming it in Wallys face. Making a quick effort to walk down the hallway, he turned the corner and had to do everything in his power not to scream as he came face to face with the ginger once more. "Shit!" He cursed, taking a few steps back. Lowering his already balled up fists as he glared at his supposed to be dead friend.

No his already dead friend.

"You can't get rid of me Dick." Wally stated, glancing at his nails as he leaned against the wall.

Wally was ignored as Dick walked past him once more. Choosing not to take the elevator and in turn nearly jogging down the stairs. "Running? From me?" Wally sighed as the two ventured out into the night. "Dude you look exhausted. Do you really think you're doing anyone any good going after Zucco like this? You should get some rest first."

"He's not real, Dick." The acrobat mumbled as he finally exited the building. "Ignore him." He continued with a sigh, quickly closing his eye's a moment. "Ignore him and he'll disappear." He opened his eyes once more, letting out a choked intake of breathe as his gaze locked with those dull green one's.

"Still here." Wally smirked, his body exploding into a cloud of color as Dick walked through him. He easily regained his shape as he fell in sync with Dicks quick footsteps. "That was a bit rude." He still received no response as they made their way out into the busy streets of the city. "Dude, use your brain. Why would Zucco even come to Bludhaven if he did escape?"

"How the hell should I know?" Dick snapped back. Receiving weird looks from a few onlookers. A small blush tinted his skin as he realized what he had done. Pulling his hood over his head, he continued on his way. "Ignore him. Ignore him."

"How about going to Batman? I mean, he is here in the city. I'm sure he'd be more than happy to help."

"Bruce will only think I'm letting my damn emotions take over and fucking bench me to look for Zucco himself." The acrobat sighed. Quickly scolding himself once remembering he was supposed to be ignoring the ginger. Ignore him and he'll go away. Ignore him. Ignore him.

"Okay. That was worded a bit harsh." Wally whistled. "I really think you should go to Batman."

"I don't need him." Dick mumbled as he pulled his hood down over his face a little bit more. Leaving the busier streets and turning into a darkened alleyway. It was littered with trash and Wally found himself wrinkling his nose in disgust as they passed a drunken man laying on top of the garbage filled bags shoved against a dumpster. "Um.. Where are we going?" The speedster asked, placing himself a bit closer to the other.

Dick stopped outside a rusted metal door. Not even hesitating as he opened it and walked in. The two found themselves in a small bar. Enough room to house maybe twenty people max. It had definitely seen better days as Wally took notice of the horribly taped table legs and the scratched countertops that have been dug into by a blade more times than he cared to count. The only source of light being the single bulb hanging from the ceiling just over the bar.

An elder man was lazily rubbing a glass dry with a stained bar towel. His sunken grey eyes focused on Dick as his wrinkled face seemed to sink more with his frown as he watched the acrobat take a seat. "What can I get ya'?" He asked in a raspy voice. Returning his tired gaze to the glass in his worn hands.

"Dude, you're not even 21 yet." Wally mumbled into the acrobats ear. Throwing his hands up in the air with frustration as Dick only proceeded to shrug him off.

"I need information." Dick stated.

The bartender set the glass on the counter, balling the towel in his fist as he leaned over a bit to look at Dick. "I ain't do that no more, son. Now all I can get ya is a brown on the rocks or maybe one of them diet sodas." He took in Dicks appearance, raising his brow as he leaned away. "Seems you be needing the brown if you ask me."