Nightwing couldn't take it. His best friend was dead. It was his fault. That was what he told himself.
Everyone else said it was the Reach's fault. They were the ones who tried to destroy the world. But it never convinced him.
He looked at the picture again. The first time he met Wally. They were on a rooftop, talking while their mentors discussed mission. Dick had taken the picture just for fun. Now, it was all he had left.
After an hour, he finally got up. His mind was made. Wally, Artemis, Kaldur. They could pretend. They could hide. Why couldn't he?
Nightwing walked to the room he had at the warehouse. He grabbed all his stuff, but left a little black box. He didn't need it anymore.
After this, Nightwing made his way to the Zeta tubes. It rang out, calling his name. It was going to be the last time for a long time. After being momentarily blinded, he stepped into the Batcave.
It was quiet. Even for the cave. Nightwing paid no attention. He had a mission. One that wouldn't get anyone killed.
He made it to his room with no one knowing. He grabbed a duffel bag, and shoved everything in. He was not coming back. He heard the door open.
There stood Alfred. He took one look and said, "I presume you are leaving, Master Dick?" Dick walked up and hugged him. "I'm sorry Alfred. I just need time."
Alfred smiled. "I understand. I hope you know where you're going?" Dick smirked. "I can't tell anyone. A hero might come after me." Alfred looked confused. "But you are a hero, sir." Dick shouldered his bag. "Not anymore, Alfred."
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Where have you been?Fanfiction
After Wally's death, Nightwing and Dick Grayson dropped off the map. No one could find either of them. After three years, the Zeta tubes ring out the name of a long dead man. Now, questions are coming faster than they can be answered. Where was he...