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Emerald eyes skim the obscenely long list, stopping randomly at ‘pulchritudinous’, meaning ‘physically beautiful; comely’. The speedster sighs and keeps going, but his gaze soon returns to the pentasyllabic monstrosity. It doesn’t sound ‘comely’ at all. Absentmindedly, Wally begins doodling in a caricature. To help remember, his logical mind reasons.
His pencil wavers over the paper, then decisively shades the pupils a dark gray, almost black. Satisfied, he leans back — and realizes he has drawn Artemis.
“Hey sport, whatcha—”
Standing in the open doorway, Barry is cut off by the flurry of activity as Wally super-speed-erases the drawing.