Title: untitled
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Wally/Artemis
Genre: drabble, introspective
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: I do not own Young Justice
Summary: "For a while, you love playing house with Wally."
Notes: A sort of drabble response to Greg's comments on the Spitfire pairing. It's not bashing, just kind of showing how I feel the relationship will play out realistically...
For a while, you love playing house with Wally.
You love coming home and making dinner and having a daily routine and a life that is so utterly ordinary that you sometimes forget the weightless, heady feeling of looking down the shaft of an arrow into a crook's eyes. You sometimes forget that you ever did anything more than this. That you ever wanted to.
It's nice being normal.
Wally gets you a dog for your birthday and it feels wonderfully—terrifyingly—permanent. You can hardly keep a goldfish alive for more than two weeks, but somehow the weeks stretch into months and the months into years and suddenly you wonder where all the time has gone because you haven't worn a mask in ages.
Sometimes you lay awake at night and think of the day Wally asked you to stop. The desperate way he'd squeezed your hand until you felt your bones creak and looked at you as if his world might fall apart at any second.
I can't lose you, he'd whispered, hoarse and trembling. I can't do this anymore. Please.
You'd loved the way he made you feel precious.
But lately, it's started to feel a little bit suffocating.