I don't own Justice League, DC, or anything. I don't own Batman or Flash either. This was supposed to be sad, so you'd better get out a tissue and start pretending you're crying, to make me think it's good.
Wally coughed, black creeping into his vision.
"I'm really tired."
Bruce kept his eyes on Wally, who sat in his arms, his eyes slowly closing.
"I don't want to go, though, Bruce."
Bruce stared at the crimson on his shirt, biting his lower lip.
"I think I have to..."
Wally's eyes closed, then opened sluggishly. The crimson was spreading quickly. Damn his heart; beating so fast. And damn the Joker...
"I don't want to."
"I'm gonna try."
Bruce's voice cracked, and Wally's was barely a whisper.
"I'm sorry, Bruce."
Bruce held his teammate closer, to hear him better, and to hear his heart. To know when it was beating. And to know when it stopped.
"I love you, Bruce,"
The soft voice managed.
The heartbeat was slowing, the pulse getting weaker and weaker. Bruce felt an involuntary tear trickle down his crimson covered cheek. Then...Wally was silent. Completely. A furtive hand reached for his neck, and a solemn-faced Bruce retracted it, another tear cutting a path through the red on his face.
"I love you, Wally."
It was all he could say. And it did nothing.
The end! It was sorta wally/bruce at the end, but that could also have been interpreted simply as a close freindship, that was never really able to begin until the end.