“Are you ready to go in now?” Nightwing asked, his hand on the doorknob.
“Ready or not, here we go.” Artemis pushed passed the acrobat and entered the room she hadn't dared entered since losing Wally.
As she stood in the middle of the room, amidst Wally and who he was as a person, as a hero, as a lover, as a friend, tears threatened her gray eyes. She could almost feel her boyfriend in the room, wrapping his arms around her body and rocking her against his chest. Unable to keep them away anymore, the traitorous tears rolled down her pale cheeks.
Dick was worried about her, but she cut him off. She wanted to enjoy this moment. To soak up Wally and his being. “I love you, too,” she whispered into the empty air as she closed her eyes against the onslaught of uncontrollable pain. Her body shook from the ferocity of the grief she was letting out. When she opened her eyes, she saw him again. Like she had this morning and both times this