Flash
Wally couldn't believe it. He was walking home from work in the Central City Police Department. But that wasn't why he was so depressed. It had been the news he had heard from Jonn' over the COM links.
Batman had died last night. He died because of the loss of blood due to their fight with Luthor. It was strange. They had always thought that he would be killed by Luthor due to what had happened in the Lord's universe. But of course it was Bats who went first. He had left in the Batmobile for the Batcave for medical attention and that was the last that they saw of him.
He entered his apartment and he crashed onto his couch. He was tired and heartbroken. He had lost one of his friends. He then noticed a white envelope on his couch. It had one word on the front, Wally. He then opened it and read the letter inside.
Dear Wally,
You're a good friend and a good man. And I hope you continue to be. Now that being said, you're aggravating, annoying and frustrating. I like you but I don't like your jokes and such.
But you're a good guy and despite all the aggravating things you do you always pull through. You're loyal, kind-hearted and always ready to laugh. Now it's time to be strong. You're young and naïve and it's time to grow-up. But you don't need to change who you are. You just need to be a little more mature.
And truth be told you've always been a good friend. And I hope you continue to be such to everyone else.
Your friend,
Bruce
P.S You succeeded in making me laugh ONCE when you slammed into your fist into the wall. After failing to make me laugh AGAIN.
P.P.S You're only funny when you're not trying.
Flash chuckled at that. Leave it to Bats to get the last laugh.