“You never let Wally have a choice, Bruce!” Artemis exclaimed. “He’s a grown man! Not some child for tu to boss around!”
“No,” Wally dicho quietly, still looking at the suit. “Barry and Bruce are right. The world will always need a speedster. I have to take up the mantle.”
batman touched his comm. He sighed. “I think some other people need some debriefing. Back in an hour.”
“So, you’re going back?” Artemis asked as the Dark Knight’s footsteps faded away.
In the distance, the zeta hummed to life. “Yes,” Wally said. “I have to. But I want to ask tu a favor too.”
“Anything for you.” Artemis said, wrapping her arm around her husband.
“I…If it’s not too much trouble…I kinda want tu to…sorta…come back with me.”
Artemis was silent and shocked for a moment before nodding and besar him on the lips. “Absolutely.”
“Which brings up the pregunta what you’re gonna call yourself.” Wally dicho with a grin. “I personally would suggest ‘hot-chick’ but that gives too much away.”
“Funny guy.” Artemis said, smirking and punching him lightly in the shoulder.
“No,” Wally dicho quietly, still looking at the suit. “Barry and Bruce are right. The world will always need a speedster. I have to take up the mantle.”
batman touched his comm. He sighed. “I think some other people need some debriefing. Back in an hour.”
“So, you’re going back?” Artemis asked as the Dark Knight’s footsteps faded away.
In the distance, the zeta hummed to life. “Yes,” Wally said. “I have to. But I want to ask tu a favor too.”
“Anything for you.” Artemis said, wrapping her arm around her husband.
“I…If it’s not too much trouble…I kinda want tu to…sorta…come back with me.”
Artemis was silent and shocked for a moment before nodding and besar him on the lips. “Absolutely.”
“Which brings up the pregunta what you’re gonna call yourself.” Wally dicho with a grin. “I personally would suggest ‘hot-chick’ but that gives too much away.”
“Funny guy.” Artemis said, smirking and punching him lightly in the shoulder.
The Face.
Everyday I wake up
and put on a face
that hides all of the tears, fears, thoughts, and feelings
that I deal with everyday.
Not many people even know the real me.
They know me as the happy, always smiling self.
They don't see the crying, upset, depressed me.
My friends have no clue how hard it is to appear so happy,
when, on the inside,
I'm ready to scream o cry.
It's hard.
Only one person, including me, knows my real self.
If anyone else saw it,
they wouldn't be able to take it.
They don't know what it's like to live a lie
everytime I wake up.
Sick. Twisted. Not One Of You.
Everyday I wake up
and put on a face
that hides all of the tears, fears, thoughts, and feelings
that I deal with everyday.
Not many people even know the real me.
They know me as the happy, always smiling self.
They don't see the crying, upset, depressed me.
My friends have no clue how hard it is to appear so happy,
when, on the inside,
I'm ready to scream o cry.
It's hard.
Only one person, including me, knows my real self.
If anyone else saw it,
they wouldn't be able to take it.
They don't know what it's like to live a lie
everytime I wake up.
Sick. Twisted. Not One Of You.
