Touch
Touch has always been the most important to me and being born blind chances are I rely on It the most, people have told me that other senses are more important in helping me "see" but for me, it was never about being able to see with my eyes. I was blind, and that is and always will be apart of me. I always thought it was more important to be able to see without seeing. Most people get confused when I say that. I'll give you an example. I didn't need to see to know about the smirk on Barbara's face as she scolded me about my- and I quote- reckless and dangerous tricks- I was an acrobat, what did she expect?- I didn't need to see to feel Wally's love as he wrapped his arms around me- even if Wally didn't know- I could still feel Bruce's pride and affection as he ruffled my hair.
Sound
I admit it was dangerous how much I needed sound, it was something to tell me I wasn't alone as Conner sat beside me and watched static-which I will admit is amazingly soothing- or as Zatanna flipped the page in her "spell book" and quietly mumbled what she read from the chair across from me- of course, I knew where it was! I walked into it twice!- and most of all the sound of Wally's beating heart as I lay with my head on his chest.
Taste
I've always used taste- and smell- as a way to remember moments, the best part about being blind? Everything I tasted was full of flavor, it made me more grateful- and Alfred's cooking was already something to be worshiped- I remember the first time Megan made a batch of cookies without burning them, and I have to admit they were some of the best cookies I've had- after Alfred's and my own of course- and most of all I remember the taste of Wally's lips on my own.
Smell
Believe it or not, a person's smell is one of the most telling features of a person- after looks of course, but what does that mean to me?- like Kaldur, always a sharp smell of salt and water surrounding him like a blanket making it clear just how much time he spent in the ocean. Artemis always wore a small amount of rose-scented perfume that circled around where she stood, and Wally had a scent that was so uniquely Wally it was painful, Food. Wally always smelled like food and home...and sometimes me.
So, this is what I explained to Wally as I pulled off the thin black fabric that was my mask, and pulled my gray eyes up to look at where his eyes would be- judging from his hand on my waist and his height.- Icould feel the shock in his muscles from the small touch alone and out of habit I brought my hands up to massage his shoulders.
"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" Wally asked bending down to whisper in my ear, I shuddered as he pulled my smaller form closer to him.
"I didn't know what you'd say" I managed to breath out as Wally's teeth found my neck. He hummed against my skin,
"How did you know my hair was red?" Was what he chose to ask, it was not the reaction I was expecting but it wasn't unwelcome. I found my ridiculous fear of rejection melt away and be replaced by a feeling of joy.
"That's my superpower," I told Wally managing a grin as he laughed against my neck, it made me shudder for a second time. Wally slowly trailed his lips up to mine and captured them in a bruising kiss. When he pulled away I could hear his shallow breathing and the repetitive tapping of his foot against the carpeted floor. Somewhere on the ground floor- two floors below- someone had started the dishwasher and the vibrations rumbled up the walls to me.
I suddenly noticed the pressure from Wally's touch had disappeared,
"Wally?" I called out quietly with what I am proud to say was only a small amount of worry in my voice. Wally's hand instantly returned to my waist, silently assuring me that he was still there. From the source of his breathing I discovered he was behind me- circling me- when I moved to turn a hand on my shoulder stopped me. As Wally circled me he traced his hands across my shoulders and when he returned to his place in front of me he ran his finger across my lips before moving onto my other features. My tongue shot out to taste his lips and I was reminded of the popcorn we had eaten earlier that night. I took a calming breath only for my sense's to be invaded by the sharp and tangy smell of Wally's cologne, telling me just how close he was.
I didn't need to see to know that Wally accepted me and my blindness.