in which Wally and Artemis get wet — no, not in that way.

He notices the familiar blonde hair first, then his phone buzzing: Forget the arcade. Go get 'em, tiger.

The speedster smiles his thank you!, not caring where Ninja Kid was lurking this time.

In seconds, he's scooped up the damsel in distress and made it to the nearest shelter — a bus stop that smells like dying cigarette butts and wet clothes.

Oh.

Wally sets Artemis down with jerky, Gen-2 movements.

"Next stop, Wherever You Want Me?"

Smile, Wally, smile!

She grins, reaching for his proffered jacket... and an umbrella from her backpack.

"I can take it from here, Baywatch."

Next chapter: "Chemistry".

m.e.