in which Wally does just that
He jumps about a mile when his phone rings.
"Inertia..." Artemis groans in greeting.
He doesn't know what exactly he expected, but it's not this.
"Wally? You there?"
"Yeah, I — I'll... come by. With textbooks and apple chips."
Her voice sounds a little strangled as she sighs, "Thanks."
"And hey," the speedster continues, "don't stress out. See you tomorrow. Bye."
A beep answers him; she's hung up.
"I think I love you," Wally mentions halfheartedly, then tosses his phone aside.
Somewhere in Gotham City, Artemis's lips sneak into a smile as she hangs up, then turns to her beeping microwave.
Written and edited while listening to Layla Kalif's Shakespeare in Love.
Title from Lifehouse's You and Me.
Review? I feel disconcerted. Thanks to anyone who's sent a word my way. Reassures me I'm not telling myself a story.
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