Dug this up from Tumblr somewhere back when I was still making Spitfire headcanons without knowing what was to come. Have some Wally taking up the trombone while Artemis was away...

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Her eyes darted about the living room as she slowly made her way to the kitchen, the wafting smells of pancakes and scrambled eggs summoning her like a siren from the depths of slumber.

The dog was curled up on her favorite couch spot, head resting on a pile of papers that were undoubtedly due tomorrow and only half-written.

Wrapping the too-large, warm flannel robe even more tightly around her frame, Artemis was about to turn into the kitchen when she noticed a glint of brass in the corner.

There, in all it's shiny glory, propped against the wall, was a trombone.

"Artemis? Breakfast is ready," Wally informed her, poking his head around the corner.

"Babe, where the hell did that come from?" She demanded, pointing at the instrument. "I didn't know you even knew how to play."

The speedster rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "Actually, I took it up after you left. You know…something to keep my mind off things…" He trailed off, and she tried not to look too guilty.

"So…you just…decided to learn how to play the trombone?" She raised her eyebrows.

"Something like that."

A pregnant pause settled into the awkward atmosphere before Artemis spoke again.

"You any good?"

A smirk made its way across Wally's features. "Wanna find out?"

Her pose was pure challenge, but her eyes glittered excitedly as he held the brass structure aloft.

In hindsight, she should have paid more attention to the stack of papers (which turned out to be apartment noise violation complaints) and to their dog. The howling didn't really complement the loud notes reverberating through their apartment.

But, Artemis surmised, he wasn't half bad for having only started three months ago.