Title: Silent Despair.
Genre: Tragedy, Angst, Romance.
Length: 571 words.
Pairing: Batman/Flash, Bruce/Wally.
Rating: Teen/PG-13.
Summary: Bruce hates the silence. Bruce hates what he's lost even more...
Author's Note: This was something that popped out from these two lines below. I was in a BatFlash mood, and this came out. Enjoy! Read & Review~
half the time the world is ending.
truth is, i'm done pretending...
The clock strikes 12 o'clock, but the silence in the room still lingers, even with the cuckoos coming from the clock. Nothing disrupts this silence. A silence so cold, and powerful. A silence that could even drown a man into madness.
But he's used to this. He's always been used to it. He's Batman. He's Bruce Wayne, the boy who had to watch his parents get murdered in front of him, when he was only 8-years-old. But he, this time, he loathes the silence.
A painful silence it was. It reminded him of what he had lost, of who he'd lost. The pain lingered on. His heart hurt, and it was hard to breathe. He felt like he was suffocating. He was angry. He was sad. He was heartbroken.
He hates that he can never get used to death. He hates that it was him who had to die...
He always thought that he'd be the one to die first. Before Wally. Before Clark was a sure fact.
But now, he's alone. Like he'd always wanted to be, and it hurts more than when the Joker manages to kill civilians. Because it was Wally.
Wally he'd lost.
He couldn't even be Batman without the memories of blood-stained lips, a sweet smile, and beautiful green eyes.
He remembers it like it was yesterday. Wally in pain. Wally crying.
Wally's dead though.
And Batman realizes something then. As his legs move away from Wal-no, from Flash's room, and towards the transporter. He misses childish laughter, and bright grins. He ignores the damp grass, and the smell of death, as he moves forward.
The silence is bothersome. He keeps walking.
He stops in front of a grave. He breathes in. And sighs before breathing out. His gaze falling upon the large dark willow tree that stood behind the grave. He looks down, and unto the grave. His heart clenches in pain again.
He realizes that the silence hurts more than the inconsistent-chattering that used to bother him. He misses the mindless babble. He misses the speedster's jokes. He hates this new-found silence more.
He wants Wally back. He wants the Flash to zip in and bug him with stupid words, and bright grins.
He wants Wally.
He wants to tell the younger that he never hated him. But, it's too late.
Wally's dead. And all Batman can do, is observe the never-ending silence, watching, waiting, and hurting.
Wally's dead, and never coming back.
'But it was never supposed to be Wally...' he thinks sadly.
He walks away from the grave, with sad eyes, and a pain inside his chest.
The wind blows in the silence, no longer whispering promises of forever and eternity, but of cold, blood, and silence once more. He fades away into the night. It was time to let go.
The Flash would never be coming back, and that's a fact that both Bruce Wayne and Batman have to accept.
He ignores the soft words echoing in his head.
"Bats, Promise me something. Promise me you won't go rogue."
"Promise me you'll remember to come visit my grave~"
"Hey Bruce. I love you."
"It's okay."
But it wasn't. It wouldn't ever be okay...
And he ignores the memory of a bittersweet smile, and teeth stained with blood.
It could never be okay.
"Here lies Wallace West,
Born June 25 1982,
Died August 2 2002,
A hero, a friend, and a son.
'You were the fastest man alive.'
May you find eternal peace."