Name: Aaron Pruett
Time to work up the nerve to head into my shop and cancel all subscriptions.
After several volleys, Barry notices that Peter is really starting to lay into the ball. His superhuman strength is sufficient to deform the ball as it strikes the paddle. Based on this they decide the murder weapon just couldn't have been a racquetball because even a very fast ball would store most of the kinetic energy by compressing itself when striking the target.
"Barry," Peter asks "off the top of your head, do you know the glass transition temperature of polyisoprene?"
"Sure," Barry’s face lit up "I was just reading up on common synthetic rubbers in Journal of Forensic Science last night. It's vitrifies at -94 F. I guess at that temperature, the ball wouldn't compress at all. The elastic modulus would go way up and almost 100% of the kinetic energy would be transferred to the target."
Peter’s brow furrowed. “It’s an interesting idea, but to get the ball that cold, you’d need to keep it on dry ice. Also, if you hit a glassy ball with your raquet, it would probably just shatter. That is, unless you can think of anyone who can drop the temperature of a rapidly moving object with pinpoint accuracy…”
“You know,” said Barry, “I think its time we check into Senator Snart’s insurance policy, and who are the beneficiaries in Senator Snart’s will.”
"What the hell is wrong with you people? Why do you associate yourselves with bats when you do not have to? Do you have any idea how high maintenance this fur is?" He double over and abandoned his struggle to speak as he cleared a hairball.
Leaper hesitated: "Perhaps ve should be taking take this up some other time when ze street is less crowded vith lunatics?"
Far up the road, a man rode toward town on a black horse, wearing a black duster that resembled a cowl...