The title says it all really

EDIT: TW MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH AKA WALLY'S DEATH

Nightwing was invisible so to speak. The League knew where he was and what he did but they didn't see him. Reports came in from the crimes he had solved that week yet his presence at both the Watchtower and the Batcave diminished altogether. Bruce worried this was the beginning of losing Dick all over again. Everyone had some idea why this was happening. Wally West was gone and he wasn't coming back. It was clear that he hadn't taken the loss very well, not well at all. Those closest to him decided if he wasn't going to come to them, they'd come to him. 

Night fell and Nightwing was spying the streets of Bludhaven for any crime. It was a quiet night, much to his misfortune. He just wanted that bit of beatable action. The kind of action he could stop with a few good punches and a killer kick. He supposed the odd low in crime was because the word was going around about his crackdown and maybe those guys he hospitalised last week sent a message out. Who knows? "Quiet night isn't it?" he heard M'gann say. Wait. Why was M'gann in Bludhaven at three in the morning? He shot up and whipped around. The old team was there, standing just a few feet away from him. Even Artemis. He really didn't want to see her. Not after what happened. She probably wanted him dead after what happened to Wally. It was his fault after all. "Which means you're free to talk," M'gann added. At this point, Nightwing had two choices.

1) He could face the music and talk through his problems effectively or;

2) He could backflip off this building and keep running until they gave up chasing him

There was no real competition. Nightwing's eyes darted to the edge of the building, readying himself to throw himself off from it. "Richard don't you dare jump off this building," M'gann said sternly. Not five seconds later, he did just that. He jumped off the side of the building and began running harder than ever before. "He jumped off this building," the Martian stated exasperatedly, throwing her arms up in dismay.

Behind him, Nightwing could hear rapid footsteps which soon caught up with him. Was he losing his touch? Surely his head start would give a good distance between the team and him. "You really don't like talking huh?" That was Barry's voice. Nightwing's eyes widened and he was sure all the air was knocked out of him with just a sentence. Barry ran up in front of him, a triumphant smile on his face as he thought he finally stopped the chase. "I'll always outrun you," he stated. Nightwing knew that. It would be dumb to think that a normal human could outrun the Flash himself. Not even Wally could outrun him. Nonetheless, Nightwing picked up his speed and vaulted over the older. Once back on the ground, he knocked Flash's feet out from under him then shot a grappling hook up to another building. Judging by Flash's stubbornness, Nightwing guessed he'd have exactly five minutes to find where to hide from this chaotic intervention. He didn't take in what his fellow hero shouted at him when as he escaped to the next building. He was the reason his nephew wasn't here anymore. Why would Barry even want to look at him?

Nightwing almost collapsed from exhaustion when he got pulled to the top of the tall building. His breathing was laboured and his chest ached from gulping in oxygen. Yet his mind screamed at him to find just enough energy to escape from the other heroes. His mind repeated "other heroes." He didn't feel much like a hero. A hero would face this whole deal without the slightest bit of hesitance but here he was running away from his problems. Literally.

Someone's hand sprung in front of his vision, offering to help him up. "For fuck's sake," he muttered. Was he really important enough to have what felt like half the league after him? Must be a slow night where they lived. "Nice to see you too," Roy greeted. He dragged Nightwing to his feet. In response, Nightwing back-flipped away to put some distance between them. Quickly his mind searched for a way out. 4 minutes 35 seconds left to get off this building and somewhere far away from this place. "Long time no see," Roy commented. He didn't reply. "Silent treatment huh? I thought you were famous for your smart mouth." 4 minutes. Nightwing scanned Roy. No grappling hook, a few arrows in his quiver and his bow was on his back. That meant if Nightwing made a run for it, he couldn't stop him quickly enough. Great, now he just needed a place to go. The building they were on was much higher than those that surrounded it. If he was desperate, which he was, he could jump off the side and risk an injury landing on another rooftop. - "Dude come on. We've been friends since I first started the hero gig, you can talk to me."- Landing on the rooftop meant that he could go down to the alleyway and lose them through the converging streets. Of course, that risked running into a dead end. Then again there was always the sewer system. - "I miss Wally too, he was like a little brother and I know he was like a big brother to you." Roy's last sentence made the acrobat's heart clench painfully. This conversation was ending right this instant. He didn't want to hear him out. "I know what you're going through."

Nope. Nopety nope. Nightwing wasn't going to listen to this anymore. He ran off the side. His legs violently kicked in the air, waiting for the ground to connect with them. When that moment finally came, Nightwing rolled against the gravel which scratched at his skin causing it to bleed. "Not my best landing," he critiqued. He jumped to his feet, looking around for any sign of another hero. The coast seemed clear until a certain caped crusader descended in front of him. "You've got to be fucking kidding." Superman. The fucking Superman was sent out on this stupid mission. "Dick this is getting silly," Superman stated. Nightwing heard a series of heavy things hit the floor and just knew that it was the heroes he had left in his tracks. It took all his willpower not to scream in frustration. "You've not talked to any of us in months!" M'gann exclaimed. "We're all grieving and this behaviour isn't helping." Finally, Nightwing spoke up.

"Why are you bothering?" he asked tiredly. Running at top speed had emptied his lungs of any oxygen it could bring in. His chest felt like it was on fire and his teeth had a weird buzzing feeling in them. His body was doing everything in its power to drown out what his brain wanted to do; escape.

It was somewhat pathetic how Dick couldn't even raise his head to look at his friends. They weren't his friends though. They must hate him for what happened to Wally. Why were they chasing him? The logical part of his brain said it was because they didn't actually hate him. It tried to convince him that there was no reason for him to be to blame. But the emotional part wouldn't allow him to believe in logic. Yes, it didn't make sense for them to be seemingly worried for him if they wanted him dead but what if they were just doing this to appease Batman? Or Robin? Or even Alfred? Okay, maybe he was over thinking this. "We're bothering because we're worried about you. You've never acted like this before. Not even when Jason died." Superman explained. Dick turned to face the blue boy scout, finding him shooting a sympathetic look. Oh God, Jason. He hadn't thought about the kid in a while. He'd passed just as suddenly as Wally had. Dick supposed he hadn't reacted in the same way with Jason as he did with Wally was because Jason wasn't there all his life. He wasn't the shoulder to cry on when Bruce was being an idiot. Jason didn't protect him from any of the bullies and he didn't help Dick through his first date. Jason wasn't Wally.

"Why are you acting like you're worried? I don't see the point in pretending," Dick replied. The sympathy in Superman's face was replaced by confusion. Dick didn't understand the change. "Why in the world would we be acting?" Artemis asked. She almost sounded bemused by the idea of it. Surely she hated him. He'd gotten rid of her partner. They were settling back down and he'd ruined that. "You out of all people should know," Dick answered. Now he was confused. He braved a look at Artemis and didn't find the disgusted glare he was expecting. Her features were soft and caring, a rare sight when it came to the archer. "What are you talking about?"

"I got Wally back into the business. It's my fault he died!" he exclaimed. "You all must hate me after what I did!"

"Dick-"

"So stop acting. There's no point."

The hum of traffic was all that could be heard as his words sunk in. He couldn't stand the feeling of being surrounded by them anymore. At any moment, their front would falter and he'd see something he couldn't deal with. The pressure felt like he was holding a tonne of weights on his chest. Each breath took more effort than the last. He could feel how clammy his hands were. He knew this feeling and knew it didn't lead to anything good. "I need to go," he croaked out. Before they could say anything else, Dick had thrown a smoke bomb at the ground and did what he did best; disappeared. "Barry, follow Dick and when he's calmed down, talk to him," Superman ordered, as his fellow heroes coughed and waved away the smoke. At this point, his lungs were used to the thick chemical smell that came off the smoke but it still made his eyes water. "I'm coming too," Artemis announced.

"Alright, the rest of you should go home. All of us gathering in Bludhaven will only attract suspicion," Superman concluded. They said their goodbyes then Barry and Artemis set off to follow Dick.

They followed Dick around the city, Artemis on Barry's back the entire time. She found the position uncomfortable but that was the least of her worries. Dick hadn't stopped moving for the past twenty minutes. There was no purpose to the movements he made, he was erratic and often backtracked on his previous steps. "Have you ever seen him like this?" Artemis asked, keeping her voice low as to not alert Dick. "Surprisingly no. Bats said this has only happened a few times but never on this scale," Barry answered. Some silence followed as Dick began to slow down. He seemed to be tired, really tired. In the glow of the street lights, Dick's skin had never looked so pale and sweaty. He was trying to catch his ever leaving breath and lent against the wall for support. Artemis had been tempted to reveal their location but Barry put her off it. A tired Dick was an irritable one. No good would come out of pushing him.

Eventually, Dick got moving again. "It shouldn't have taken us this long to talk to him," Barry muttered. He needed conversation. He didn't like the sounds of Bludhaven. Dick's city sounded cold, unlike his own city which sounded inviting and warm. Sure both had almost equally as bad crime rates but at least Central City invited you in for a drink before robbing you blind. "Dick is the most friends and family driven person I've ever met. I can't imagine what staying away from us felt like." Artemis was about to reply when Dick suddenly stopped on top of a roof. He sunk to his knees before sitting himself on the edge. His knees were brought to his chest and Dick put his head on them. By the rising and falling off his shoulders, the pair guessed that he was crying. They decided this was the best time to set things straight.

"Hey buddy," Barry greeted, sitting beside the younger. Dick jumped slightly at the voice but didn't run away as he had before. He just glanced up to confirm it was Barry then looked away. "You've worked yourself up into a tizzy haven't you?" Artemis carefully sat on the other side of the hero and waited patiently for him to calm down. "Why are you here?" Dick asked quietly.

"Because a certain acrobat thinks we hate him," Artemis answered. He raised his head, rubbing at his eyes. "I don't think, I know," he corrected, tears falling down his face. He daren't look at either of the pair. His eyes were concentrated on the horizon. The sun was just about to rise meaning the night sky was fading to a lighter shade of blue. "You don't know. I don't hate you and I'm sure Arty doesn't either. Nobody blames you for what happened to Wally. Only you blame yourself for it," Barry reasoned. He put an arm around Dick, rubbing small circles on his back to soothe the crying. "So you definitely don't hate me?" Dick asked. He was timid to ask; it was as though asking them would suddenly make them realize they hated his guts. "Let me check," Barry paused, pretending to think. "Yep definitely don't. What about you?"

"I have to agree with you," Artemis replied. There was a beat of silence as Dick finally believed what they were saying. "I'm sorry for causing so much trouble tonight."

"Don't be, you spiced up my Tuesday night," Artemis joked. Dick managed a tired laugh.

The tension around them lifted a little. Obviously, it would take longer for everything to return to "normal." Artemis and Barry walked Dick home, making sure that he was in bed by the time they left his apartment. He promised to visit the Batcave at some point then visit them. As they walked away from the small apartment, Artemis went home whilst Barry let everyone know that their little bird was going to be okay. 

This took way too long for how bad it is