Finally, a chapter that isn't Flinx centered. But seriously, i'm calling it Spitfire from now on. Why? Because Spitfire can stand for anyone. 'SOMEONE WHO WON'T LET YOU GET AWAY WITH NOTHING' that could count for Batman for all we know. so, in honor of Wallart (no offense to any Wallart fans. don't murder me!) i am now going to cal everything Wally related, Spitfire.

Dis-claimer: all i own is this bag of popcorn.


Kori hid from the fighting. She always had. Even when she was younger. When her sister, Koma, would fight with her uncle Galfore. When her friends fought. But now, the reality of it all was bearing down on her. They were fighting to maim or kill, not to prove their point.

She hugger her knees closer to her body as she hoped to X'hal that they wouldn't make it in the house. Dick appeared in the doorway, smiling slightly.

"Kori?" she made a muffled response and buried her head in her knees.

"Oh Kori…" he walked up to her, a comical pout, arms spread wide. He was stopped by Bruce, who put a hand on his shoulder.

"Dick." He said in a gentler voice. "Be careful. You know what these sorts of things can cause."

"I have no idea what you're talking about." He smiled, before running off and sitting next to Kori.

"So, Wally's run off in search of Vic and Karen, and I have to go call Roy." Bree looked through the smashed window and shuddered. "Hey, can I use your phone?"

~S~

Kori sat on the roof with her sketchpad in hand. The sun was setting, and casting unique shadows across the grass. Victor and Karen had returned home quickly, both carrying grocery bags. Apparently, when the said they'd stop and pick up a snack, they meant chocolate.

Roy and Raven said that they'd return soon, most likely tomorrow. Hunting and stuff like that. Karen made some joke about them not having to feed, seeing as they had bought enough food to last.

So now she was hiding from the group, sitting on the ledge next to the skylight, looking in and watching them mingle. Dick and Wally had managed to tackle Bruce, Wally sitting on his legs and Dick trying to write something on his face with a marker.

She watched him throw the two boys off and then rush off to survey the damage done to his face. Kori giggled before turning back to her sketchbook.

"Hey-loo?" Dick asked. He scanned the roof, his eyes falling on Kori. He held up a big mixing bowl with two wooden spoons sticking out of it. "We made icing."

"Icing?" she raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, icing. It's chocolate." He smiled, and climbed up fully. He offered her a spoon and she took it gladly. Licking off the icing, she smiled. They really like their chocolate.

"So what are you drawing?" he peeked over her shoulder. Keeping the chocolate on his tongue, he rolled it around his mouth to mask her scent.

"Just the field. Although I guess it is use-less now. The sun has already set." She sighed before looking up at the sky, taking another spoonful of icing.

"Hey, promise me something."

"Yes, friend Richard?" he chuckled at her use of his real name.

"That you'll come up here each night to watch the sunset with me." He smiled, holding up his spoon and licking more chocolate off it.

"Okay Richard. But, you must promise me this."

"Anything, Kori."

"That you'll come bearing gifts like this?" she held up the spoon.

"Deal!" he laughed, tapping her spoon with his.

~S~

Kori crawled into bed sleepily. She'd spent hours on the roof with Richard, looking at the stars. He'd forgotten that humans got tired. He'd tip-toed to his room after seeing her to hers, trying to evade running into Bruce.

The fluffy comforter was cold, making her shiver, but she soon got comfortable, closing her eyes. She could still hear them moving around. Victor was ranting about something, while Karen was playing music. And Dick and Wally were hiding in Dick's room upstairs.

Sighing, she nuzzled her pillow and fell into a dreamless slumber.

~S~

Richard and Wally hid in his room, waiting until Bruce calmed down before they showed their faces again. Playing with small objects to waste time, Dick picked up the jar he kept on his nightstand. The glass jar was filled with dirt, and he laughed at himself for believing the old myth.

It was a sort of inside joke between himself and no one else. Legend said that a vampire couldn't stray to far from his home soil, thus the reason Dracula carried around coffins of soil. Because he was young and gullible, he'd gathered dirt in a jar before setting off with Bruce. He always had to laugh at himself whenever he saw it.

Laying it back down on his nightstand, he turned to his friend, who was poking his head out the door.

"The coast is clear. I'm gonna make a break for it." Wally saluted before making a mad dash down the hallway. Dick got up and closed the door, turning to his bed. Digging under it, he managed to find an old photo album. It's soft, plush cover had faded and was tattered, and the photo on the front seemed to barely be hanging on, but it was all Dick had left.

The first few pages were photos of Bruce and Alfred, the family's long dead butler who'd been more of a friend then a staff member. Then there was Barbara, his first love. With bright eyes, she'd waved to the camera happily. It was the same day that they'd had to leave town.

Then there was Barry and Wally. Iris had never really liked the cameras, but there were a few photos with her in them. Photos from the hospital. Garfield as a puppy. God, he was so cute. With fluffy black fur and sparkling green eyes, he'd been the cutest puppy ever.

In the back of the book there was folded piece of paper. Unfolding it, he smiled sadly. In big bold letters the words 'The Flying Graysons' were written at the top. Underneath were three people. A young boy, a man and a woman. He traced their faces with his finger tips, reminiscing in the blurry fragments of memory he kept. Over time and transformation, his memories had faded, but he held onto that last memory. His favourite memory.

It was the memory of his eighth birthday. His mom and dad had taken him to the city. He couldn't remember much, but what stuck with him was the memory of a play. With colourful costumes and long musical numbers, it had been a highlight of his short human life.

He put the poster back in its pocket and pulled out something else. A beautiful emerald necklace. The silver that the jewels rested in was old and rusted, but at one time it had been a beautiful, sparkling family heirloom.

Twirling it in his hands, he laid his head back on his pillow, falling into a mock sleep.


Theory 1: Vampires can't be far from home soil. i did my research, and this little idea of Dick keeping a jar of soil next to his bed popped up. now, Wally was supposed to steal it and start singing 'i got a jar of dirt', but we can't always win.

and i was craving chocolate icing while writing this, so i threw that in as well.