A/N: Sorry I just realized I posted chapter 5 twice instead of Chapter 6
He should call Babs and ask for help. Should have done so 3 rooftops ago, before his ankle went weird. But he couldn't talk to her, not when the world was so loopy. It was bending and folding as he stepped around it. Like a pretzel. A yummy buttery pretzel.
-He had to keep moving. Why was he moving? Where was he going? Why was he walking on rooftops rather than the streets? There was a reason. There was a reason. He's going somewhere but where? Something had happened. What had happened? Why did everything feel so weird and floaty? Just minutes ago everything had felt good so good like the best ever and now-
Dick winced as he caught sight of an electronic billboard. It was too bright. Too bright. Where was he going? He was trying to go somewhere. Where had he been? Where was he going? He glanced down and saw blackness. Just blackness. No! He jerked his head as he tried to run but realized that there was nowhere to go. There was nowhere and nothing. Why was everything wrong? Why was everything weird and wrong?
Where had he come from? Where had he come from? Why did everything seem to move so fast? The noises he had heard earlier were getting louder. Loud sounds, loud car sounds. What was the word? What was the word? Where was he going? He had to be somewhere? Somewhere warm? Warm would be nice
Warm and safe and soft and happy and… why was he going? Why was he going? Who was he going with? Whose idea was this? Why was he getting tired? He was so energetic a few minutes ago. He allowed himself to fall to his knees and ignored the feeling in his ankle. The floor was better, much better.
Dick grabbed his ears as they kept yelling and was about to close his eyes and curl into himself when he caught something out of the corner of his eye.
Something red. His eyes followed even though it wasn't bright. It belonged to a person, a familiar person, even if it took a few moments for his brain to recognize that person. It couldn't be though, because that person was dead. He was dead. Gone. His fault. His fault. He must be coming to get him, he must have come back to get revenge.
The spirit frowned and Dick shivered, he was going to get him. He had come back to get him. Despite the weird ankle, Dick got back up to his feet and the spirit's frown deepened as he looked at him. Was he getting ready to pounce? What could a spirit do?
Despite his fear, he also needed to know.
"Wally?" He called out to the spirit whose eyes widened.