Short Story I was thing about this idea all day. Enjoy!
Artemis POV
I removed the fifth tile from the refrigerator and my costume lied there neatly folded and under it was my quiver and bow. I picked my costume up and put them in the black duffle bag. I went back for my weaponry but I saw a nosy dog sniffing the hole in the floor.
"Hey!" I yelled, startling him a bit. Kent then sat up and looked at me. "I would take you with me but I'd have to take the other one with me." I said hoping Wally would chuckle a bit. I turned only to see the upset speedster starring at the television. His back was hunched forward showing his bad posture.
I put the rest of my old costume in the bag and put the tile back in it's original place. I walked over to him and sat right next to him.
"It's usually women who give the silent treatment not men." He continued to stare at the t.v which seemed to be on an infomercial about animal like pillows.
"Wally." He didn't look at me or the floor his eyes were glued to the flat screen t.v. I had enough of this. He hasn't really spoken to me a in 2 days. I told hi over and over again that this was my decision and that this was for all of Earth. I ripped the remote from his hands and turn it off. "Say something! You look like you don't even care!" I yelled.
"Don't ever think that I don't care about you. Ever." His tone of voice scarred me. He didn't yell or scream he just said that sentence with a firm voice.
"I love you, I always will. I just can't seem to grasp the fact that one day you'll be here and the next...the mission might go wrong. Or-or even worse they'll find out about your true identity." I sit back down quietly and look at him. His fist were clenched and his eyes were to the carpet. I finally got a good look at him and realized he hasn't slept well in a while.
The bags under his eyes were a big giveaway but he just looked tired not only physically but mentally too. Probably tired of having to worry about me, waiting up for me, hoping I wasn't dead.
Tears stung my eyes and my throat became dry. I felt a bone crushing guilt realizing everything that I put him through. I wanted to just call Nightwing and tell him I couldn't do it anymore but there was no one better for the job. The fate of the world was in Kaldur and I's hands. I couldn't pass it up nobody had a better chance of succeeding than me.
"I'm sorry." I said. I felt warm drops of liquid run slowly down my cheek. "I put you through all this pain for my own selfishness. I love the job, don't get me wrong but I hate to know that I caused you all of this worry." His hand flew up to my face and wiped my falling tears.
"Don't be stupid. I worry about you regardless." He says with a light smile. I rest my head on his shoulder and take a deep breath. "Will you be able to manage?" I ask.
"Yeah, but I'll miss you though." He states obviously.
"Ditto." I answer. He stands up in front of me and sticks out his hand. "What?"
"Since tonight is your last night, I thought we could do what we always do." he says wiggling his eyebrows. "It's almost midnight, do you think we'll have time for sex?" I inquire simply.
"Well, I was thinking about making cakes but your idea sounds better." Before I knew it I was pulled quickly into the bedroom and plopped on the bed. It then crossed my mind of how broken down Wally would be if I died. So the next morning, I promised myself to do everything I can, with every fiber in my being...
that I would get back home to my speedster.
Lady Pyra