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Wally glanced over at Dick as the coffin was lowered into the ground. It gave him physical pain to see his best friend so... broken. Tears were steadily running in cascades down his face, but the crystal blue eyes, usually so full of joy were... empty. His mouth was firmly set, and his hands were tightly clenched in front of him.

"Artemis?" he suddenly spoke to the girl standing next to him, who had been staring solemnly at the coffin.

"Go. He's going to need his best friend right now."

The speedster smiled at Artemis as she, like she had many times before, figured out what he was going to ask before he even said it. She had gotten to know him so well...

"Thanks. I'll meet you back at the car when I'm done."

"'Kay. Take as long as you need, though. Don't rush-comfort for my sake."

He nodded, and she started walking back to the car as the soil was started to be piled over the small hard-wood coffin.

Dodging his way through the crowd, he was soon standing next to his best friend.

"Dick, do you need to talk?"

"No," his eyes didn't move from their gaze at the hole slowly being filled, the wood underneath being covered more as time passed.

".. Yeah, knew it was a long shot asking you. Come on, we're talking."

Wally then grabbed Dick's arm, pulling him away from the grave into another part of the cemetery. The deep green grass was trampled by Dick's struggling to get free of the grip.

"I... said... I... don't.."

"You're little brother just died, Dick. I think you're going to need someone to talk to."

The acrobat froze at the words, new tears welling in his eyes instantly. He stopped his attempt to get away, his arms going limp. He tucked his chin into his chest suddenly, his hair splayed across his chest, and his shoulders heaving as he just started sobbing.

"I... I don't want to lose him, Wally..."

Wally hesitantly put a hand on Dick's right shoulder.

"I'm sure... cut that, I know Jason wishes he could be with you right now. I... I know he's gone, but you still love him, right?"

Dick turned his head, an odd expression in his tear-filled eyes.

"Of course!"

"Then he'll always sort of be with you, right? In your heart or something?"

The teen was still for a moment, but eventually nodded his head.

"Yeah..."

Dick shrugged the hand off of his shoulder, then trudged back to the now-finished grave, standing next to Bruce, Alfred, and Barbara in front of it. Wally couldn't help but smile sadly as Barbara leaned into Dick, gaining comfort from him.

"You guys will heal... eventually." he whispered to himself.