(I read a fic. I really like it. Read it. https://archiveofourown.org/works/57491734 . Jk jk you don’t have to, but I really like it. I’ve been into sad Dick for a long while, and I wanted it in ✨AI form✨. MASSIVE TW, DON’T READ IF IT’S NOT YOUR JAM. If you’re still reading, thank you, and please enjoy!)

Wally hadn’t answered Dick for a long time. The last time Dick called, he didn’t pick up, and after had sent a very angry voicemail about contacting him at all. He hadn’t blocked the acrobat, though. He was still his best friend. Just… it was complicated, in the least. He wished they could go back, sometimes. To where they were just dumb teenagers. It seemed better that way.

When he got back home that day, he set his phone on his desk, and took a long shower. He was already tired from running around all day. After he got dressed, he saw a notification on his phone. A voicemail. From Dick, literally twelve seconds ago.

Normally, he probably wouldn’t pick it up. Would’ve left it on read. Swiped left and then ignore it. Who fucking cared, honestly?

But something in the back of his mind told him to pick up that goddamn phone. The words that came would haunt him forever: "Hey, Wally! I know you're not listening, but... well, I forgot to write a note. Stupid, I know. Anyway, I just wanted to say that I'm sorry. For... for everything. It won't be a problem ever again. Since I'm leaving, I just wanted to say that I love you. You're still my best friend, and honestly, some of my favorite memories are of you. I hope you can forgive me someday. Bye."

And everything came crashing down on top of him. He didn’t care how tired he was, he was pretty sure he ran faster than Barry.

He ran to Dick’s apartment, finding him sitting on the edge of the bed, still in the Nightwing uniform, with a gun to his head. He instantly knocked the gun away, standing in front of younger man - eighteen -, crying. “What the fuck were you about to do, Dick?”