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The apartment was quiet except for the sound of papers shuffling. Artemis sat at the dining table, red pen in hand, while Wally perched cross-legged on a chair beside her, his tongue sticking out in concentration as he looked over a student’s essay.
“I gotta say, though,” Wally went on, tapping the essay with the back of the pen she’d given him, “I never pictured you as a professor. Archer, fighter, vigilante, sure. But grading college kids’ essays about Shakespeare?” He grinned up at her. “That’s a plot twist.”
Artemis set aside a finished paper, lips quirking. “I like it, okay? Literature’s been my thing since forever. It’s nice to have a job where I can actually use it. Makes me feel… normal.”
For a moment, Wally looked at her softly. His affection for her accentuated by the natural softness of his chubby freckled cheeks.
Then, he leaned back in his chair and folded his arms smugly. “Well, if any of your students ever give you trouble, just tell them their papers were graded by a six-year-old.” He tapped his chest proudly. “Instant humiliation.”
Artemis blinked at him—then broke into laughter, covering her face with one hand. “God, Wally, don’t you dare tell anyone that.”
Wally’s grin only widened. “No promises.”