I do NOT own any of these characters blah blah blah/ I hope you enjoy, This was my first rather depressing fic, reviews would be greatly appreciated. Tell me what I did good/what I can improve on :3/
How did he even find out? Bruce had never told anyone. Wally had never told anyone. Then How did the Joker find out that he would be the perfect way to get to the Caped Crusader? Bruce knew he shouldn't have let his guard down, he shouldn't have gotten so close to the speedster, shouldn't have allowed himself to love the younger man.
Bruce crawled closer to the red and yellow figure feet away from him. The Joker was nowhere to be seen, already making his escape moments after he had dealt the final blows to the speedster.
"W-wally...I need you to stay with me.." His voice was harsh as he grabbed the speedster's hand. Slowly he made his way to his knees, cradling Wally's head with his other hand. The redhead shuffled slightly, cringing at the pain he felt in his legs.
"Wally, please don't move, you'll lose blood faster." Bruce's focus changed to the blood that was seeping to the floor from the various bullet wounds in Wally's legs, hips, and stomach. His hand tightened around the speedsters almost limp fingers.
"I-It's pretty bad, huh?" Wally managed to choke out, before he started to cough.
"It's not that bad, you can still-"
"Please Bruce, don't patronize me. I can't feel my legs, and it's getting hard to breath." Wally still managed to shoot the Bat a large warm smile, with blood trickling down the side of his mouth. It made Bruce furious, how could he smile like that when he was so hurt? He never took anything seriously, even his own well being.
"Hah...You can still smile like that, You sure are amazing Wallace West" His grip tightened slightly on the back of Wally's neck. He couldn't stop the tears from falling, the tears of frustration, sadness, and fear. The ginger raised his eyebrow at the use of his full name, only to return to the soft smile.
"I'm only smiling...cause I know you'll be okay." Using all his strength, Wally brought his hand up to Bruce's rough cheek, gently brushing along his cheek.
"What are you talking about? I..." Bruce didn't know how to finish. Of course he wasn't going to be okay. Wally, the man that he loved, was dying in his arms. How could he be okay? He was only human. "I love you.." Were the only words he felt would explain the sicking pain that was welling up in his stomach.
"I love you too, but you're Batman...you'll get through this. I know you can." Wally coughed again, his eyelids beginning to flicker closed.
"No no no- Wally! Wally, please stay with me. The rest of the League will be here soon...I can't...I won't.." Bruce cupped the redhead's face, hoping desperately to see those bright green eyes again. The ones that greeted him in the mornings, surrounded by the freckles he would always tease the young man about, the eyes that would shoot him longing glances from across the Watch Tower. The ones, he now knew he would never see again.
"Wally?..." He brought Wally's face closer to his own, breaking down. Sobbing painfully, tears pooling at his chin and staining red fabric.
What he would give just to be Bruce Wayne, able to spend the good and bad nights with, not The Flash, but Wally West. What he would give, not to be Batman.