I stood at the door of Wayne manor, waiting patiently for the door to open In my hands, were cradled a rather large bouquet of flowers, the most prominent being a small gathering of forget-me-nots at the center.

Today would be our three month anniversary, and we each confided in a day of video games and ice cream.

Fine by me.

Yet, though I smirked with confidence, I was shaking in my metaphorical boots. Outwardly I was confident of my abilities, a spunky borderline genius who was graced with the good looks of the Irish devil, and the smile of the most beautiful angel. Inwardly, I was a timid child. A timid child who lived for the few emotional bonds I had with the few things I cared about in life. One of which being Dick.

Then there was Dick. The apple of my green eye. He was one of the few things in the world that made me want to get up in the morning and be a better man. Dick Grayson was my angel, and I feared the day that he would spread his wings and fly away.

I pressed the doorbell once more, which was met with the door swinging open, and a rather inquisitive Alfred. I grinned happily at him, and he patted me on the shoulder, and told me that Dick resided in the gymnastics room at the moment. He escorted me to the spiral stairway, and bid me an adieu.

I found Dick working the parallel bars when I made it too the room. He moved with the grace of a professional ballerina.

His young arms were laden with the handsome muscles of a gymnast, and his body was sculpted impeccably from years of a tedious exercise regiment. He shifted his weight forward, and released the rings. He made two full rotations, and then landed.

I clapped from the sidelines, but he turned, a troubled look amiss his boyish features. He stormed over and grabbed the openings in my wife beater.

"Wallace Oswald West," he seethed through his white teeth, "How the hell did you get in here?"

"I used my ninja powers." I said jokingly. Dick rolled his eyes. "But seriously, Alfred let me in." He let me go and gave me a hug. He mumbled something profain under his breath, but I couldn't quite catch it.

He told me to go up to his room and watch Tv, while he took a shower. I was going to ask if I could join him, but the minute I parted my lips, he shot me that dont-you-fucking-say-it look and tarted off to the shower.

I took the elevator to his room and sat on the bed. He came up around ten minutes after. His hair was damp, and it sent streaks of water down his boyish face. He sat next to me, and kissed me lightly on the nose. I retorted by pecking him lightly on the lips. He smiled and I looked into his baby blue eyes.

Wait...blue?

I sat up. "So, your eyes are blue?"

He paled and searched frantically for a small white contact container, which was gone like the wind.

"I can explain!" He said his tone erratic. "Bruce is afraid I'll get raped if I show people my eyes."

I couldn't help but laugh at that.

Dick punched me in the arm.

I hugged him. He was warm.

Dick looked into my eyes and I looked into his. I would be damned if I didn't wed this boy. He leaned in to kiss me, and I followed suit, my lips and his meeting softly. The innocence was shattered quickly, when I had the pleasure of feeling his tongue slip between my lips. I was a bit in discontent with his taking of the lead, but I went with it anyway. He crawled atop my lower chest and ran his hands through my crimson hair. I cradled his ass, massaging it thoroughly. He came up and moaned as we broke for air. It was a magnificent sight. To have a beauty like him writhe above me. His lust furled hands crept up my shirt, and I moaned. He knew exactly where to pinch and rub to drive me wild.

Just as my hands delved down his hot skin, my phone decided that it would be a good time as any to ring. Dick quickly relinquished his spot, and handed me my phone.

"Hello?" I asked, slightly irritated into the phone. The ID had read private, so I was a bit agitated I didn't know who to cuss at.

"W-wally... i n-need you to come get me!" My mother's voice came pouring out the receiver in sobbing waves. A look of horror fell on my face as I stood up.

"Fuck." I cursed accidentally. "Where are you?" Dick apparently heard the conversation through the recover, as was scurrying across his room looking for my car keys.

He handed me the keys, and he began to walk down the hall with me. I stopped him. "You stay here." "I can handle this."

He looked up at me, and I looked down at him. He made a steely face and said. "Dammit Wally, I'm not letting you do this by yourself." "I'm your boyfriend and as chessy as it sounds, I will always be there with you, and this is no exception" He started moving down the stairs, noting that we were wasting time.

I put the phone to my ear to hear my mother stifling her sobs. "Mom, where are you?" I hopped in my car, and managed to start the engine."

"Charlie's apartment."

Fuck.

"I'll be there soon."

Boiling with anger, I punched my steering wheel. Dick soothingly rubbed my shoulders. "Wally, I know you're angry, but we need to go."

He was right.

For the first few minutes, it was silent, partly due to me making an attempt to remember how to get to Charlie's apartment.

"Wally, who's Charlie?" Dick asked, after hanging up after being bounced around the lines while he called 911.

I sighed, and told him.

"Charlies a ass." "He was my mother's last boyfriend, a real asshole, and the reason she's the way she is." He always told her that she needed to look like miss march or whoever." "She was weak after my dad died, and was easily vulnerable." "She decided that Charlie was right, and started purging, and she wouldn't eat, and then her body just gave out." I sighed again, as I turned the corner to Charlie's street. Dick looked like he wanted to punch someone.

I didn't blame him.

I found his building, a three story apartment with a skinny sidewalk and a shitty parking lot. Cars packed the street adjacent to the door. Dick and I both bolted out the vehicle, and up the cracking limestone and cemetery stairs. Everything reeked off piss and alcohol, which was usual for this slum.

We found the third apartment ransacked and empty. Signs of a struggle were finite but many. Overturned couch, fallen shelves, excreta, excreta.

A little bout in the hallway yelled, and told us that he had dragged her by her hair to the roof. We both grimaces, but Dick rewarded the boy with a ten dollar bill. We rushed to the roof.

I turned to Dick, "You stay here." I demanded. He looked at me with those steely blue eyes, and furrowed his brow. "I'm coming with you."

I was going to retort, but the combination of the underlying feeling that of dread, and Dick's determination on the subject, I decided against it.

I open the door, to find my mother, a crumpled crying heap of red hair and blue parka, sobbing loudly into the concrete. I hadn't taken two steps towards her before Charlie's fist connected with my jaw.

"Dick, I need you to watch my mom."

He didn't say anything, just gazed at me with an expression that read; stay safe.

Charlie came back, and tried going for my stomach, but I managed to dodge, and punch him twice in the face. He tackled me, and sitting on my chest, he began punching me in the face. I was able to get free however, when Dick wedged up some concrete and hit him in the face with it. He felling a crumpled heap, and

-Third person-

Dick and wally towered over Charlie as he bellowed over his freshly broken appendage. Wally spat on him, and Dick shook his head in disgust.

But at that moment, Charlie was able to harness enough willpower to shove Dick out of the way, grasp the hems of Wally's shirt, and fling the teenager dangerously close to the edge.

Wally spat and rubbed his skinned elbow, but managed to pull himself to his feet.

But he didn't see it,

None of them did.

In a split second, Charlie was able to get a hold of his gun, which had been sitting on a small chair, aim and fire it.

Wally flinched, but didn't feel a thing. He examined himself, and let out a sigh of relief.

But he didn't see it.

A small blossom of red had begun to stain his yellow shirt, and that small blossom flourished into a stain, corroding the material with its color. He felt the pain now, and Wally doubled over, and expelled a flood of blood from his stomach. His vision was clouded with tears, and darkness crept at the sides. He could barely make out Dick running for him, screaming his name.

He stepped back, and felt his eyes roll to the back of his head.

The next step would prove to be the conclusion. He plummeted; small drops of his crimson blood floating with him. Dick watched from the top of the roof, tearful and screaming, as he watched Wally fall.

His eyes went wide as his lovers body hit the hood of the Toyota, leaving a stain of blood, and ricocheted into the street.

Since nobody reviewed, I decided to make it more tragic.

See you in April.