It had been awhile since Dick and Roy hung out at the Manor. Well, they weren't really hanging out, just lounging in some chairs on the porch, discussing a very important topic.
"Wally..." Dick commented quietly.
"Huh?"
"I just...I can't belive he's gone..." Dick stared arcoss the yard, his eyes locking on the gate, as if he was waiting for the speedster to come running toward the house.
"I can't belive it either...really, I can't..." Roy ran his fingers through his hair.
"Who knew that running would be the thing to kill him..." The eight-teen-year old took his attention away from the gate, knowing well that no one was coming.
Roy stood suddenly and leaned against the porch railing. He too began to stare across the yard, eyes landing on the gate and staying there. Dick got up too, following his friend's eyes as he did. Maybe Roy had seen something that he hadn't.
"I don't believe it..." Roy finally said, turning his gaze back to his friend.
"Yeah, neither can I...I just keep expecting him to come running into the Manor one day, laughing about how he pranked all of us..." Dick sat back down and put his face in his hands. Roy continued leaning on the railing, it just didn't make sence to him.
"Dick, do you think Wally is actually dead?"
The former boy wonder looked up, "I don't know, why?"
Roy let a smirk cross his face, "I always figured the dumbass would die chocking on something, I just can't belive that one of his favorite things lead to his downfall."
Dick straightened himself up then nodded, "Wally loved running too much to let that kill him."
"I know, right, it's just makes no sense." Roy let out a soft chuckle.
"So, do you think he's still alive?"
Roy looked back at the gate, this time, he did see something.
"Yes...I think he's still around."
