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A five minute tragedy that you shouldn't read if you're depressed and harboring suicidal thoughts.
Wally West always wanted to be a hero.
Sometimes when he was young, before KidFlash and Young Justice, it was the only dream that kept him going. He wanted to help people, not just hurt them like his father.
Now, Wally was sixteen years old, and he knew this was his chance to be a hero, a true hero. He didn't hesitate. He wouldn't. He just smiled.
Fourteen was to young to die. Wally took a step forward, just one more step, and took the bullet for Rob.
He was happy, strangely so. While the world spun and pain filled his chest he felt truly happy. He had his family around him. Kaldur, Dick, Artemis, M'gann, and Conner. He'd fought and he'd loved. He'd made people laugh when all they wanted to do was cry, and he wouldn't step down and let the bad guy win. He couldn't. Being a hero was the one thing that made his past bearable, and if he had had to choose, a hero's death was his destiny. It always had been.
So he was not afraid, even as the world seemed to fade around him. He only thought of the team, of Dick, that they were still alive, to lead their own lives, to grow old. And that was the way it should be, he thought. They had lives to lead and futures to live.
He was dying, leaving, and he could only think of them. The sounds of the battle above him slowed, then stopped. And he felt his heart falter.
Someone touched him, his arm, and he knew they were there. He knew Artemis, with her dazzling eyes and tough smirk that hid all her weakness was beside him, that Dick, so afraid of losing what he had, that behind the mask there was nothing worthwhile to hold them, was there. He could feel Kaldur, the man who was hiding behind the mask of serenity the fact that he was afraid to face: that he, too, was human, behind him. M'gann, who tried so hard to be there, to be a part of the team, had her hand in his.
He wished he could make his mouth move, tell them that he knew, that he cared very much, but he had no chance. His life was gone and he was, for the first time in a long time, totally still, a fallen hero in the arms of the one's he would have given his life for.