I really am sorry for the long update. Life hasn't been kind to me since I last left you guys. I've just gotten a lot of homework and the pressure is on. And the power went out at some point, lost all of my homework and I had to redo it all at the last second only for the teachers to say that we didn't have to do it anymore. -_-

Then I got in an argument with my little sister and my parents. This is the first time I have cursed at them. We didn't speak to each other for a couple days and are still a little tense around each other. Then my half-brother, really just my brother because that's all he is and ever will be to me, his grandma got stomach cancer. I never had a grandma, so for that to happen just really upsets me and the fact that she has given so much to him that my brother is so depressed about it. It makes me upset to see him like that, especially since his life was going so well after his car accident. Life is just a bitch to my family. I couldn't right a happy ending until I felt happy because I've cried way too much these past weeks. So here is the last chapter. This story and especially this last chapter is all for you guys, including the ones who probably won't read this. I love you all.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

Wally's POV:

I want to leave. I want to leave the cave knowing that someone won't be following me. It's been 4 weeks since 'the incident' as they call it. I call it my new beginning and I do not want to spend my new beginning by being watched over every second of my life. I know why they're doing it, and I appreciate it, but it's not necessary. I'm not suicidal. Not anymore anyway, but then again, how many times have I tried it and said that. Now look what happened. Then again, nobody would know what happened. That's the one secret nobody knows. I've told everyone a lot of what really happened, how I felt and what I ate today in the last 4 weeks. This was one thing I'm not willing to share.

I've worked so hard to gain their trust back in order to get them to let me do some things without being watched. I used to have someone watch me while I slept! But I've gained some trust. They trust me enough to walk to school and back without running off. They've kept asking me about it though, but I would just sit there quietly. If I tell them, they will most definitely not let me do anything without their supervision. The whole process would start over and they would start to worry whether or not I will die while taking a shower because they're afraid I'll try to drown myself or, as they put it, use the 'dangerous objects' that are in the bathroom. Their trust is pathetic.

The worst is Dick. Yes I can call him Dick freely now. He doesn't have to wear those ridiculous sun glasses in the cave anymore. It's nice for the whole team to know because now I can talk to him freely about whatever I want to without giving away his identity. It's a lot more relaxed. Of course, how would I know? He rarely talks to me anymore. When we're in the same room, all he does is stare at me, like I'm about to explode at any moment. I kept asking him what was wrong, but he wouldn't say anything, just stare. It's time for a little sit down with the mini bat.

However, I want this to be a private conversation. I don't want any of the Leaguers that are watching me to hear this.

I stood up from the coach in the cave and looked around. Robin wasn't anywhere in my sight. He must be in he's room. I start to walk towards the hallway, trying to generate a plan on how to get him to talk to me on the way there. I'm about to enter the hallway leading to the rooms when Black Canary stopped me. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes and listened as she asked, "Where are you going?"

"To my room so I can suffocate myself with my pillow." I snarled

She touched my arm and at the moment I wanted to throw her across the room. "Wally, I know you don't like this but it's for-"

"For my own good," I said, rolling my eyes. "Yeah that's what you all keep saying. But really, right now you guys are the ones suffocating me, not my pillow."

She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. It looked like she was trying to understand what I said before finally asking, "What do you mean by that?"

I took her hand off of my arm and replied, "It means, that if you guys don't back off NOW, you guys will push me to the edge."

With that, I left her standing there. I probably shouldn't have said that, for her sake and mine. I felt bad for exploding on her when all she ever has done is try to help me, but having everyone ask me the same things everyday really stretches my patience. That and the fact that they now think that I'm about to kill myself again. I feel my phone start to vibrate in my pocket. Yep, that is probably Uncle Barry calling me about what just happened. I should probably answer to reassure him that I'm fine, but I let it go to voicemail. I don't care if they suffocate me even more than they already do, as long I can find out what is wrong with my best friend and fix it. I want the old Robin back.

I stop outside his room and hesitate. I still don't know what to say, and I don't want to say the wrong thing to set him off. God, come on Wally, he's your best friend! You shouldn't be afraid of your best friend! Well, he is Robin…. Okay scratch that thought…

Just knock. Just knock on his door. You've faced way more challenging things than this. Just do it. Do it. I took a deep breath and gently knocked on his door. There wasn't a response and I started to think that maybe he was in Gotham, but I knew better. The cave announced his arrival but I didn't hear him leave. I knock again, more firmly this time. "Rob, please open up."

"Why?"

I was a little stunned by that answer. Was he angry at me?

"Because I'm your friend and I want to talk."

I didn't hear anything else in response, and I started to wonder if that just pissed him off enough to ignore me. Way to go Wally. I didn't leave though. I was going to knock again, but his door opened to reveal a frowning raven haired boy, his blue eyes giving me that stare again. "So now you want to talk?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, sounding a little angrier than I intended to.

"You know what I mean."

I do. I do know what he means. I don't say anything back because he's right. He knows that he's right too because I can see the corner of his mouth twitch up. Regardless of how right he always is and how wrong I always am, he steps to the side to let me in. That's what I love about him: no matter how mad he is at you or no matter how bad of situation you are in, his door is always open. Figuratively speaking of course.

I take a seat on the floor, pressing my back against his bed. Robin closes his door and presses a few buttons on a panel on the wall. He doesn't join me on the floor, he just leans against the wall next to his door and stared at me again. I bit my lip and asked, "They can't hear us?"

"Or see us." He informed me

I nodded slowly and tapped my fingers on my knee. This wasn't as awkward as I thought it would be. I stared back at him, only this time he was looking at his arm, rubbing it. I stared at it curiously and asked, "What's wrong with your arm?"

He gave a faint smile and said, "Cut it open trying to get to you."

He might be smiling, but I'm not. Robin caught this and added, "It wasn't your fault. It was more of your uncle's fault that he didn't stop smoothly to be honest."

"But the reason you were with him was because you had to come get me."

Robin rolled his eyes at me as he kicked himself off the wall to come sit down next to me. "It's the Leagues fault. The reason we had to go after you was because they thought it was a good idea not to share. You didn't ask for this. This isn't your fault."

"So everyone keeps telling me."

"It's not even that bad. I've had worse," Robin said, trying to ease me.

This time I did smile. "I know, believe I know you've had worse."

Robin couldn't help but smile in return, and we both shared a quiet laugh even though there was nothing funny about it. But I stopped smiling and I started to wonder just how bad it was. "Let me see it."

"There's no need to. Like I said it's not that bad."

"If it's not that bad then there shouldn't be a problem with me seeing it," I countered.

He gave a sigh before taking his jacket off. He threw it over his head so that it sat on the bed. He then pushed his sweatshirt over his head and tossed on the bed with his jacket. He rolled up his short sleeve shirt so that I could see it more clearly, and I have to say, it was worse than bad.

To start off with, it wasn't just one cut like he made me think it was. There were about three cuts on his arms and each of them had stiches on them. They were all also slightly bleeding and the skin around the cuts was red. This was way worse than bad. "Dude…"

Wow, really Wally? That was all you could think of? God I am terrible with words. Luckily, Dick knew what I was trying to say and responded, "It's healed pretty well since it happened."

"Dick," I started. I use his name at the beginning of my sentence to know that I was serious and that he better pay attention to what I'm saying. "It's been four weeks. Four weeks and you think that it's healed 'pretty well'. If that's the case, than I don't want to know what it looked like before."

"Okay, so I haven't exactly told Bruce about it and I've been still fighting with it. The stiches come out almost all the time and I have to re-stich them again."

"Doesn't Batman notice your excessive bleeding from the arm?"

"Yes," he admitted. "But I think he's waiting for me to tell him. He keeps staring at me excessively."

Doesn't that sound familiar? Oh. Oh. So that's what you're getting out you sneaky little bat. He's waiting for me to tell him how. Let's play the dumb speedster card here. "Well that's creepy."

"I know you're not stupid Wally."

Damn. So that card didn't work this time. "Look I know what you're hinting at and I get it. You want to know how I tried to off myself since I've told you that I've had tried. I'm sorry Dick, I just can't right now. I just can't."

"And why the hell not?"

I really don't want to say it, so I lie. I looked down at the carpet and told him, "Because I don't want you to know: I don't want you to know and find a reason to blame yourself."

"That probably is true," he said. "But I know that isn't the real reason. You always look people in the eyes when you talk to them because you told me that you want to see the truth in their eyes. You know when someone is lying to you which is why you never know whether I'm lying or not because most of the time I was wearing a mask or sunglasses and it made you so mad that you dropped subtle hints to the team so they could figure it out so they would know my name and I wouldn't have to wear my glasses again. I know this because you told me that when you were young, you were stuck in a tree and your parents weren't around. Then a man came and told you to jump into his arms, but you just looked away and said no."

I know where this is going and yet again he is going to prove me wrong.

"You said that you didn't trust him because you didn't know him. Well, the man told you that 'if you look into someone's eyes, you can always tell what they're feeling. You can tell if they're happy, sad, mad, or lying. Now look me in the eyes and tell me if I'm lying when I say that you can trust me and I will catch you.' You looked him in the eyes, and you jumped. So guess what Wally? You always look people in the eyes. When you lie, you look away."

Oh crap, now here comes the analysis.

"It's so obvious in your eyes that you're lying because you have a guilty expression from lying. You're guilty because you hate lying since all your life you've been told lie after lie and you're sick of it. You didn't look me in the eyes. You're lying so tell me the real reason why you didn't tell me?"

Okay I'm not going to lie (ha-ha), I'm sort of impressed. And once again, he is right. I hate it when he's right.

But what do I do? I don't want to tell him…but I do sort of owe him. He's helped me almost all my life, even when I didn't know it. Even when we were separated from the orphanage: he was my first friend and that helped me through all the pain. Knowing that I had one friend in the world of hate that I lived in gave me the courage to slowly break free of him and begin to trust others. The first person I was to trust was Uncle Barry and Aunt Iris. If I didn't trust them then, I don't know where I'd be now. I owe Dick.

I turned my head so that I was looking him in the eyes and said, "Because you mean a lot to me. I didn't want you to think of me like that because the person that you've always seen is the person that I wanted you to remember when you think of me. And most of all… I didn't want you to be disgusted by me."

There, now it's all out. I don't know how he's going to take it or what he's going to say. I just hope that he won't think of me differently. Most of all, I just hope that HE will go back to who he was instead of the zombie that stares at me.

He started laughing. Now I'm confused. "What are you laughing at?"

Dick laughed even louder and finally managed to get out, "I wouldn't be disgusted by you. The only disgusting thing about you is your eating habits."

I managed out a smile. I didn't want to laugh because I just told him something serious, but he makes it hard to be serious about anything. And that's weird coming from me. I couldn't help it anymore. I gave into Dick and my smile burst into a laugh. And that is all a laugh really is; a smile that bursts. But our laughs did die down and once again, we've fallen into the awkward silence, until Dick asked, "So will you tell me."

You don't want to know... "Yes."

"Before you start, how many times?"

"Enough to spell out 'Father'."

I saw Dick gulp down the lump in his front, and I saw his eyes get glossed over with tears. I could feel myself start to tear up as well. I quickly blinked them away. No. I will not cry. I've cried enough in my lifetime. "Well, um… the first way was… was by a knife. My parents were upstairs and my mom left a kitchen knife out. I thought about how sharp it was and that if I was quick, it wouldn't hurt. I was so done by then that I was willing to stab myself. I tried to. I brought it down full force, but then I heard my mom scream and I knew that my dad- I dropped the knife and I ran upstairs to stop him."

I took a moment to clear the lump in my throat. "The second wasn't really planned. My mom sent me to go get milk or something. A gun man came and he told everyone to get down. I didn't get down because I thought that this could be my way out. He was about to pull the trigger but as my luck would have it, Flash came and saved the day."

Dick shifted uncomfortably and continued to look at the wall, away from me. It was like he was trying to picture what it looked like, what I felt, what would have happened if I succeeded. I didn't stop though. He wanted to know, so I'm telling him. "Then there was the time my dad was beating on me again. He was mad at something that I've supposedly have done, or really what I didn't do. He just finished… you know… and I thought, why not push him over the edge? Why not have him end it all now?"

"Wally stop," Dick whispered.

I didn't stop. "I started yelling back for once. I insulted him and taunted him on all the problems that he had."

Dick pleaded again, "Wally…"

"He almost succeeded you know," I said. "I felt like I was almost about to die, but then I heard a voice. Three voices actually. The first one was my mother. I think she was telling my dad to stop. Then the second voice I realized was Artemis's. She said 'This was a stupid thing to do Baywatch!'"

"Wally please just stop."

"You were the last voice. You made me realize that this isn't only affecting me, but others that might actually care about me. You said, 'What about me?' I couldn't take it anymore. Then the next thing that I knew, I was opening my eyes and I saw my mother's face. She spoke to me. She told me 'to never do that again. I know what you were doing and you better not do it again. You saved me from your father and now I'm going to do the same for you.'"

I was crying now, and so was Dick. "Wally stop."

"I'm sorry," I said.

He shook his head. "You're right I don't want to know."

I nodded back at him and understood. I've disgusted him. "You know," he said again. "I got these cuts on my arm from crashing. There was a car crash and Flash had to stop immediately from running into the scene. I got flung over his shoulder and got cut from the pieces of the car that were scattered on the ground. I got up, but when I got up I saw something I didn't want to. The paramedic had a white sheet and covered up the dead teen in the car. He covered up you."

"But I wasn't-"

"I know you weren't. It was then that I realized that I'm afraid of you getting hurt. Wally, you telling me about the times you tried to kill yourself didn't disgust me, it made me upset because I couldn't stand to see you hurt and feel so down on yourself when you have so much to live for. Wally, we are all watching you because we know that if you wanted to go off and try again, we wouldn't be fast enough to stop you. Flash would, but he isn't around all the time."

"I don't understand."

"We trust you," he told me. "We know you won't try to kill yourself again. We just made that excuse up because we almost lost you, more than once it seems. We're afraid that every time we see you, it'll be the last."

I couldn't help the tears from falling, and I know Dick couldn't either. Dick continued and sobbed out, "We that it probably won't be, but in this messed up world we live in, you might never know. What has happened to you just made us realize how much we need you: without you, our lives would feel empty."

I wiped my nose on my sleeve and said, "Come here you sappy girl."

I gave him a hug. Yes, guys do hug and we do have moments like these. We are only human after all. We let go of each other and I got up to leave. I opened the door, but I stopped and turned back to him. "You didn't really turn off the sound and video feed, did you?"

"No; they heard every single thing."

I nodded. It doesn't bother me that they know. I'm actually glad to get it off my chest. I looked him in the eyes and said, "Thank you."

I left to go to the zeta beams, and for once, nobody was watching me. Everyone was doing what they usually did. They've finally got the message that I may not be fine, but I am here.

Normal POV:

Wally finally arrived to the zeta beams, and nobody asked 'where are you going?' or 'how are you feeling?' M'gann asked if he could taste her cookies. They were delicious. Conner asked if he went to an academy. No, he went to a public school. Conner asked what the difference between an Academy, private, and public school was. Nothing at all Supey. Kauldar asked if Robin preferred to be called Richard or Dick. He likes to be called Dick. Kauldar asked if he could call him Richard. Sure, if you really wanted to. Zatanna asked if he believe in magic. Of course not. Zatanna asked what he thought of her powers.

Wally left before he could give an answer.

He started to type in his location to go to Central City when he heard somebody's heels clicking towards him. He spun on his heel to come face to face with the blond archer. He gave her a cocky smile and asked, "How can I help you?"

"You can help me by typing in your location and leaving so I can go home."

"Why in such a hurry to get home?"

She rolled her eyes. "Because we don't have a mission or training and the only reason I came was to see you and you are just fine."

Wally smirked. "So you do care."

Artemis huffed and looked at the ground. "Not in the slightest."

Wally stepped closer to Artemis and responded, "Liar."

Artemis looked up. "How do you know if I'm lying or not?"

Wally and Artemis were now only inches away from each other. They could feel each other's breathes as they looked into each other's eyes. "Because you didn't look me in the eyes… not like you are now..." he whispered

"You couldn't possible tell if I'm lying or not just by the pure fact that I didn't look you in the eyes."

"I can tell if you're lying if you look me in the eyes too."

"No you can't."

"Try me."

Still only inches apart, Artemis said, "I have sister."

"True."

"I'm Green Arrow's niece."

"False."

"My favorite color is green."

"False."

"How do you do it? If I'm looking you right in the eye and not looking away, how can you tell that I'm lying?" Artemis finally asked

"You just can. Your eye is like a face: it has an expression of its own that can tell you how a person feels. When you said you had a sister, your eyes got soft showing that you love your sister. I didn't see that soft or familiar look in your eyes when you said you were GA's niece or that your favorite color is green."

Artemis bit her lip and told him, "Let me try."

"Okay," Wally replied. "I've known Dick almost my whole life."

"True?" she asked and Wally nodded

"I can do all the things Flash can do."

"False…" Wally nodded again

Wally took a deep breath and gently touched Artemis's hand. Neither one of them broke eye contact. Wally said, "My favorite color is green."

"True."

Wally fully took her hand in his and said, "I care about you, even if you don't care about me."

"True," she whispered.

Wally grabbed her other hand and closed in on the space between them. They were only centimeters away from each other and their hearts were racing in nervousness. Wally whispered, "I've always liked you in a more-than-a-friend way…"

Wally's lips clashed together with Artemis's and they tasted the sweetness of each other's lips. Wally had never experienced a feeling so strong that made him value his life even more than he does now. Artemis never knew that something good could actually happen to her, and now that it has, it feels…refreshing.

They gently pulled away from each other, both speechless. Artemis smiled at the red head, and gave him another soft kiss. She mumbled into his lips, "True."

How was that? I hope that you guys enjoy the story and REVIEW. Now that this story is finished, if anyone has any request on a story they would like me to write, message me! I love you all so much and thank you for continuing to read this story even though the updates were long.