AN: So, in case you hadn't noticed from the description, AU where Wally didn't die. Very Spitfire. A year or so after the Reach. One-shot.
"Hey, uh, Artemis?" Wally asked. We were walking on the beach near the Cave. It was a gorgeous night, the moon perfect and full, the stars twinkling much brighter than they ever did in Gotham. The waves were crashing down on the sand in an almost-hypnotic rhythm. "Yeah?" I replied.
He let go of my hand and turned to face me. "This might be one of those things that sounds better in my head than out loud," He began, "But I love you, Artemis Crock. You are the world to me and I love you more than anything. You are the sun and the moon and the stars, and even on a perfect night like tonight, I can only stare at you. You are my everything, Artemis. So, um," He got down on one knee in the sand.
"Artemis Lian Crock. Will you marry me?" I sucked in a breath. His eyes widened and he cursed aloud. "Dammit, I should've-" I cut him off by kneeling down in the sand with him and kissing him. I took the ring and slid it onto my finger. "Wally, it sounded fine out loud."
