Richard Grayson sat in front of the statue of his best friend, face resting in his hands. Things hadn't been the same since Wally West had died – and either had Dick. He'd not gone to work as Nightwing in the weeks following his death, and, naturally, the first day he did, he was confronted by the memorial statue. His original train of thought for coming here was that he needed to face his demons, for himself, the Team, and his job. But that wasn't turning out to well as tears gathered under his mask.
He wished he could see a statue in honor of Wally West, not Kid Flash, something honoring the incredible sacrifice made, something to make Artemis, and everyone else feel like Wally'd gotten the recognition he'd deserved.
"Damn, I wish you were here." Dick said, pulling the mask from his face and wiping at his damp eyes. "I've always wanted to fly. Like my parents. Look how that turned out for them!" Sighing the man stood, sweeping his ebony locks from his face.
"Why'd you have to go? I mean, I know why you did, but still!" With a raw shout he spun back to the statue, pointing an accusatory finger at his old best friend. "You were all I had left! I barely talk to Bruce or Al anymore! Damnit, Wally, I need you!"
Falling to his knees again, he put his face in his hands.
"Why'd you go?" he said, his voice a muffled whisper, hardly heard through the palms of his hands.
"I'm starting to think that I have an entropic effect on anyone around me. First my parents, Jason, you, so many other people I couldn't save! What's the point of being a hero if you can't save anyone?!" He caught himself as his voice started growing loud again.
He didn't know how long he stared at the still version of Wally, lost in the expression that didn't resemble his best friend at all.
"I wish I could fly, I'd fly far away from here. I'm so lost without you. Goodbye Wally."
A/: I love you all please don't kill me for reopening this wound. I needed to write something about it - and I'm just glad that it's short.