Wiping his mouth with the back of his forearm, Wally caught sight of her staring at his midsection. It was disconcerting to say the least.
"Like what you see?" He quipped with an overconfident smirk, willing to bet the pocket change in his wallet that she would retreat behind a sarcastic retort.
To his never-ending shock, she walked over to him and began poking his stomach.
"How do you even have these under all those donuts you eat?" Artemis demanded incredulously as she continued to prod his abdominal muscles.
"HEY!" He tried to swat her hands away before she discovered the sensitive spot along his side, but to no avail. The speedster jumped to the side as her deft fingers seemed to hone in on the vulnerable area.
"You're not…ticklish…are you?" Her gaze had turned predatory.
"ABSOLUTELY NOT!" He shouted and then sped off before she could call his bluff.
