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SPOILER FOR YOUNG JUSTICE: INVASION!
A/N: Okay…it's time. The plot jackals have been chewing on my brain about…*sniffle sniffle* Wally's death in Young Justice. Get out the tissues cause it's time for a real tearjerker with…
Barry Allen, Hal Jordan, and Diana Prince
It Should Have Been Me
Hal Jordan sighed to himself as he walked past the group of mourners in front of the zeta tubes on the Watchtower. He still couldn't believe it. Wally. The running, laughing, bouncy, grinning, always hungry redhead he practically watched grow up and had such a soft spot for…was gone. Less than two hours ago, Wally was standing with his team, listening to what Barry was reporting back to them.
Now?
Mourning came from everywhere on the Watchtower. All the heroes had a soft spot for the Speedsters, especially when it came to Wally. He'd been a constant ray of sunshine even during his worst times. Hal knew the Hero community would mourn the loss of the still young Speedster for some time to come.
But none of them would mourn as much as the hero Hal was currently looking for.
Stopping when he got to the door to the League's conference room, he simply looked at the steel door. The moment Barry came back to the Watchtower after Wally disappeared, Barry sped away from the assembled group, mumbling about having to go do something. As soon as the main Leaguers were told of Wally's death, they and the assembled team zeta'd to the Watchtower.
A comforting hand squeezed Hal's shoulder and he looked behind him. Diana smiled gently at him with tears in her eyes.
"Hal? Are you alright?" Clearing his suddenly very tight throat, he nodded and sucked up the sudden tears that started rolling down his cheeks without his permission.
"Just…thinking." A small smile graced Wonder Woman's lips.
"We will all miss him." Hal looked at the door again.
"Not as much as Barry will." He punched in his code and the door opened into the conference room. The only person in the huge room was Barry. Diana's soft expression fell as Hal started walking towards his best friend.
Barry had Wally's file open in the main hologram and he must have updated it since it now read "Killed in Action". His back was to the two of them and his cowl hung at the back of his neck, revealing his short blond hair.
They may have won the war, but Barry's posture spoke volumes and volumes of defeat.
Barry had his head in his hands. His shoulders were slumped and his whole body curled into himself as he stood on shaking legs just this side of vibrating through the floor. As Hal and Diana got closer to the Scarlet Speedster, they could see the sobs wracking his body.
They were ten feet behind him when Barry suddenly fell to his knees, looked up at the hologram of his nephew, and screamed in agony. When the echo of his scream stopped bouncing around the room, he collapsed on all fours, giving into his grief.
The Flash had broken.
Hal knelt next to his best friend, gripping the red-clad shoulder as he closed his eyes, tears rolling down his cheeks again. Diana knelt on Barry's other side and wrapped her arms around the sobbing Speedster, both consoling him and making sure he didn't actually slip through the floor.
Through Barry's mournful sobs, Hal could hear his best friend choke out five fragmented words over and over again.
"It should have been me...It should have been me..."
I love you, Wally. And you will forever be my hero.
I need tissue…
