(sigh)...yes, I realize I am certifiable starting yet another story with at least four others in the works, but this one needs to be written (for me at least). Hope you guys like my poking and prodding at the issue of Young Justice's cancellation.
Boring Disclaimer: I do not own DC, Warner Brothers, Cartoon Network or any of their 'shite' (sh*t with a slightly nicer sound. :D), nor do I even pretend to own it or any of their affiliates. I'm just borrowing Young Justice since they don't see fit to let the poor kids out of the house any more...
ENJOY
The Watchtower: July 4, 9:16 p.m.
Nightwing smiled, fondly watching the team. "Business as usual." He murmured.
Wally might no longer be with them, but life went on nonetheless. His eyes stung a little behind the mask, the tears he refused to publicly shed desperately wanting to escape. He would miss the redheaded speedster, more than most people could probably even imagine.
He turned and moved towards the zeta tubes.
He was taking a break from the team. Somehow it just didn't feel right without Wally. It never had. But as long as he knew Wally was alive and happy with Artemis in Palo Alto he'd been able to accept his friend's resignation from the team and from the hero business altogether.
That didn't stop him from being overjoyed when first Artemis and then Wally had temporarily come out of retirement to save the world.
He sighed, keying in the code that would take him home. He still felt guilty about that.
It was his fault that Artemis had come out of retirement. If Artemis hadn't gone back to the life of a hero, Wally never would've needed to come out of retirement to rescue her. His fault that Kid Flash ran the globe again that day.
His fault Wally was gone.
He knew Wally would've disagreed with him if he could hear what was going on in his head. He knew the speedster would've been outraged that he was blaming himself for his best friend's death. He knew that if he were still around, Wally would probably come up and kick the living tar out of him for leaving the team now because of Wally was gone.
He knew all of that. But he knew something else as well.
The brilliant white light of the zeta tube leapt up around him and he stepped forward into its embrace.
Recognize. Nightwing. B. Zero. One.
He knew that he'd just lost his best friend. He knew that the hurt would never go away completely, though in time he would learn to live with it.
But if he didn't get away for a while, he knew he would fall apart.
I know it's a little...emotional...right now, but I promise we get into more action. But I kind of need to cover the reactions to Wally's death, or at least touch on them ya know? Next up, chapter one...
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Until next time...