[ Dick thinks about protesting when Wally scoops him up, but of all the things to rail against, the indignity of being carried like a damsel in distress doesn't even make his list today. He wonders where Wally's taking him, or if it even matters. Whether Wally's just worried about him, or if maybe he needs to pretend he's running away for a while, too.
The wind whips through his hair and chills his skin, and his ears are too cold and the whole world's streaking by too fast and everything's too much, and he's just — he's overwhelmed, and that's him admitting it, at least to himself, for the first time. So he shuts his eyes tight and turns his cheek against Wally's shoulder and counts his ridiculous hummingbird pulse until Bruce and the circus and his broken team and everything else on his mind fades into a distant background hum.
He's either half-dozing or just meditative when Wally's words jolt him out of it, and he feels them slow down. He opens his eyes to hills he doesn't recognize, and then a little bit of the nausea hits him. He turns his face up to Wally's. ]
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The wind whips through his hair and chills his skin, and his ears are too cold and the whole world's streaking by too fast and everything's too much, and he's just — he's overwhelmed, and that's him admitting it, at least to himself, for the first time. So he shuts his eyes tight and turns his cheek against Wally's shoulder and counts his ridiculous hummingbird pulse until Bruce and the circus and his broken team and everything else on his mind fades into a distant background hum.
He's either half-dozing or just meditative when Wally's words jolt him out of it, and he feels them slow down. He opens his eyes to hills he doesn't recognize, and then a little bit of the nausea hits him. He turns his face up to Wally's. ]
... Where are we?