Wally sat down, staring at sandwich he'd just taken the time to make.
Three hours of time, in fact, spent meticulously perfecting this sandwich.
Three hours spent thinking, focused on nothing but making this bread-and-filling construction absolutely perfect.
Three hours with the echoes of a blast in his ears, and M'gann screaming.
'Artemis!'
Three hours, wanting to kill everything that had taken her from him.
Three hours…
NO!
He was fine, better than fine, easy.
In denial, sure, but it was all fun, right? He was okay, really, right?
Right. He was fine.
Wally checked the clock quickly, noting that what had begun as a midnight snack had become an early-morning snack.
He noticed his hands were shaking, and clenched them tight.
He was FINE! Awesome, wonderful, in fact, he was fucking peachy.
'Artemis!'
There was a smash, and his fist throbbed dully, from where he'd just punched the Three Hour Sandwich so hard the plate broke.
Sure, he was fine.
"Kid Flash is so far into denial, it's becoming self-detrimental. He needs someone to force him to cut out the crap, and right now that's not someone already on the team."
She looked at the girl, hoping that something would get through to her.
"Oooh, yay, psycho-analyst to the sidekicks. Because, that's what I've always wanted to do with my life."
Black Canary raised her eyebrow.
"It would mean you get to slap around KF."
"Point."