One-shot I wrote just now after reading a couple of depressing chapters from a book. Let me know what you think!

No one really knew how Dick and I became boyfriends.

One was a preppy, intelligent, sophisticated rich boy; top in his class with an outstanding record of doing the unachievable.

The other- regrettably me- was the D average jock; who "cheated" his way out of the AP science classes.

But maybe that was it- two opposite ends of a spectrum so radiant and colorful that, somehow someway this relationship worked out okay.

And boy, did it work out.

We had sex.

I'm really just a man of honest truth sometimes. But it wasn't just the sex that mattered; and this is what stumped me for so long. With all my other relationships, ultimately, that was my goal. The physical. I was fascinated by it.

And weirdly enough, all my other relationships were with girls- not men.

But Dick was something different. He had charisma and a dashing smile, yes, but it was the truth underneath that so questioned my scientific notions. Wasn't everyone driven by speed, lust, and...well, more speed? The fast-life was something for me until I met him.

But I would not be in such peril had I not met him.

Hi. My name is Wallace Rudolph West. I am 25 years old and currently careening off the side of a cliff in a car going roughly 105 miles per hour.

My arms are wrapped around my precious bundle beside me- Dick- I love him with all my life. And not just the sex- wait, that's already been covered. But his heart. His heart matters to me, to this world more than I do. And I love him.

Dick once said that he loved my arms. Although they were just comprised of spindly runner's muscles, he loved the way they offered protection, assurance, warmth to our relationship.

And now he's quivering in them and scared.

I tighten my grip and then...

Impact.

And I wish I could fascinate you with all the details, but I can't.

All I remember are blue eyes, worried, concerned hurt-

Wait, hurt?

I jerk upwards but immediately fall back again.

Dick puts a hand to my chest and suddenly tears are falling from his eyes.

"Wally. Lie still."

So it's me.

I look down the shaft of my body- a body I'd known well just as I'd known Dick's.

And boy, I know what he meant now by lie still.

A large gaping hole in the left side of my chest. It was gruesome, really. Let's just say that my heart along with a few of my other internal organs- were now apparent without an X-ray or MRI or whatever you call it.

For a few moments I just watch my heart beat- darkly interested in watching the organ beginning to die because it's exposed to the nip of winter air.

My head falls back again and Dick is still crying over me.

I reach a hand up to touch his face.

"You know, it wasn't just the sex." And I say it because I want him to know too. It's an oversight a lot of people have with speedsters.

Oddly enough, I get a bitter smile in return, "You say the stupidest things sometimes Kid Mouth," he whispers.

I smile. Then,

His look tightens again in agony, "I shouldn't have driven tonight. I was too drunk."

"Shh, it's alright." I try to cock my head in that adorable way I used to do in my youth.

But it just brings more tears from Dick.

So instead, I bite the pain and bring my arms up around my preppy, sophisticated, rich boy. I gently lower him down so he's in the snow beside me.

His hand comes up to my face and I see the flash of the wedding band I gave to him when I proposed.

I smile.

No one really knew how Dick and I became married.

He was better than me- and a lot of his friends let him know that too beforehand. But I'd been lucky.

I'd had the pleasure, the experience of living, breathing, and alright sleeping- with Boy Wonder, Nightwing, and maybe one day- The Dark Knight.

And now, I had him as I died here too.