For You - Part 1

"Dick, wait!"

I don't stop, storming through the giant oak doors of Wayne Manor, not bothering to look back at him. I knew, have always know, that he was a bit dense, but this...this is unbelieveable. How could someone so affectionate and kind to me be so incredibly insensitive and stupid? I don't know what to do anymore.

"Dick, please!

I still don't stop; I keep on heading for the stairs to my bedroom where I can slam the door in his handsome, freckled, ignorant face, maybe getting lucky and the sound'll knock some sense into him. I'm almost there, climbing halfway up, when he asks the question that sets me off.

"What did I do wrong?!"

I halt in my tracks, again not believing how thick he really was. I turn on my heels and glare down at him with all the spite I can muster.

"What did you do??" I throw at him. "What is wrong with you?!"

"What's wrong with me?" he shoots back, eyes wide with shock. "You're the one stomping all over the place!"

"Well excuse me for being a little upset when my boyfriend agrees to be a contestant on acheezy-ass, date-picking game show!"

We had been at the mall, just hangin' out, spending actually quality time together, when a man on a stage pointed and shouted at us. Or more accurately, Wally.

"You, young man!" the noisy guy had shouted.

'Who, me?" was Wally's response.

"Yes, you! Guess what you've just won?!"

"Uh, a life-time's supply of cheeseburgers?" The man had mearly chuckled exaggeratingly at Wally's semi-serious question.

"No no no! You've just won a spot on the hit dating-service game show Match Up!"

I can't even describe how I had felt at that exact moment. I had looked over at Wally, thinking that he'd obviously refuse, tell him he was at least taken. But no. No. That's too much to ask for. Instead he had hesiatated, which tipped me off right then and when the words stumbled out of his mouth, I felt like a hole had been blown through me.

"U-uh, sure."

So now here we are.

I continue to leer down at him from my higher viewpoint, feeling the tears start to form at my eyes but not fall. His mouth is dropped open in disbelief, brain probably scrambling for some kind of comback.

"I-I..." he stammers.

"You what?"

"I couldn't just say no, dude!"

"Yes you could've! Especially for me!" I hear the faintest, almost inaudible sound of a footstep and I know that Bruce is now listening to us argue. But I'm not going to tell Wally that.

"Well I thought it would help with the "charade" we put on for everyone besides Bruce, Barry, and Aunt Iris-"

A cold, dry laugh that I barely recognize as my own fills the empty space between us.

"Haven't you noticed yet?"

He looks as confused as ever.

"I'm tired of hiding, Wally. I'm sick of it!" He tries to speak but I cut him right off. I'm not done. I'm tired of lying to my other friends about who I like, who I date; I'm tired of lying to the team, and I'm tired of lying to the world! I do enough of it with having two identities! I'M SICK OF IT!" I'm shouting at him now, not with all the power within me, but pretty damn close. I really am tired of hiding; I want to be able to hold him in public, to be able to grasp his hand without being stuck in the safety of a bedroom. I want to be able to love him freely.

I'm tired.

He still has the look of dumbfoundedness in his beautiful, jade eyes, but it transforms quickly into anger. I think he's tired of being blamed for everything and I know that it hurts.

"Then why don't you tell them?!" he questions me. "Why don't you just go ahead and tell them?!"

This is the last straw. The final push that sends me over the edge. The tears that had been pooling at my eyes dive over the edges and cascade down my cheeks.

"BECAUSE I'M NOT STUPID ENOUGH TO THROW YOU INTO SOMETHING YOU'RE OBVIOUSLY NOT READY FOR!"

It comes out in a scream and I wonder what's wrong with me. I guesss it's just all the tension that had been quietly building up inside of me as the days had rolled on. And now it's coming out, stronger than ever.

"I don't know what it is; maybe you're a coward, scared, or ashamed, but you obviously don't want the world to know about us and that, Wally. That is why."

I don't say another thing, spinning and dashing up the rest of the staircase as fast as I can. The tears take on a life of their own, my mind unable to will them to stop. As soon as I reach the top I peer down over the railing to see what happens next. Bruce descends upon him, an invisible but penetrating, dark aura surrounding his surrounding his body. The expression on his face is one only the Batman can create and one that all men should fear. I don't stick around to listen to their conversation. I don't care. I just don't care.

I walk into my huge room and shut the door quietly behind me. I don't make another sound until I ready my gigantic bed, crawl on top, and lower down onto my favorite pillow. It's a bright canary yellow with Kid Flash's symbol stamped in the middle. It even smells like him. Fresh tears form and fall and I bury my face into the softness in my arms, unable to control myself any longer.