I had to keep close to Bart to make sure Zoom didn't get him again. If Zoom were to, we'd have a big problem of our hands. Zoom would find a way to erase Bart's memory, and soon make it so Bart was on his side to replace Thaddeus Thawne, aka Inheirta. It was simple. We kept Bart in the Batcave, or gave him an entirely different identity. Of course, we would have to come up with a reason why Bart wasn't dead, such as he was kidnapped by Eddie Thawne, which technically he was. But obviously we would have to say Professor Zoom.

In order to get to Zoom, we would need all the speedsters we could get. Good speedsters, anyway. Such as Wally West, Barry Allen, Max Mercury, and possibly even Bart himself. Nearly impossible, but Barry could travel through time to prevent Professor Zoom from even being a problem in the first place, which would also prevent the creation of Thaddeus Thawne and the need for Bart to be a bad guy.

Whatever the cause, we would have to keep Bart on our side. That's Batman's reasoning, anyway. My reasoning? Well, not that I could say this aloud, but... Well, I need Bart. And not like I want him just to see him. I need him at my side to know that he's okay, not in pain, alive, and to know that he'll always be there for me even if I don't want him to be. And, well, that happens a lot.

"Tigress!" I heard a snap of anger behind me, and I turned around. The blonde Batgirl stood behind me, her eyes narrowed and fists clenched with anger. "Stop dwelling in your thoughts and let's go! We have places to be and Batsy to see!"

"You can tell Batman I'm staying here with Bart." I snap back, hands behind my back to prevent me loosing the control of my powers and electrocuting her. "And besides, he never told me, he told you."

The blonde haired Batgirl grumbled something inaudible before jogging off.

Sixteen year old superheroes, and we can't get along one bit.

I thought back to when I was about fourteen, when Bart had nearly freaked out because I gave up.... "eternal paradise," , as he put it, for him. He was surprised when I looked at him and told him I didn't care that I met God face to face, and talked to him when most of the people on this Earth don't even believe in him. And now I believe God is trying to get me back for escaping Heaven. Just for a single person.

What He didn't realize was that Bart meant a whole lot to me. But, of course, He should know that. What I feel is that He is playing Bart and I like pawns on a chessboard. I feel controlled, taken over. But if God really did look at us like pawns, I think I'd be the one dashing across the board to take every chance I can to get to the other side. And I will, I just know it. Figure out a place for people who don't want God on their backs. And this is exactly what Constantine warned me about.

John said that the more you doubt yourself, the more the monster inside will try to break free. And when someone like him or I break out with anger, it ain't pretty.

Something he also said was, "Don't punish yourself for something you didn't cause." That only came to me now due to the fact this was all my fault, and-

"Jay?" I felt a finger prod into my shoulder, and I turned to look at Bart with a small smile.

"What is it, Bart?" I ask softly.

"You...." He reached out a hand, and I frowned.

"What is it?" I began to look in front of me, searching to see what he was so interested in.

"Wings." He said softly, pulling his hand back tentatively. "Like an angel."

My eyes widened. He wasn't supposed to figure that out. And I don't think my wings unfolded. Did they?

I turned my head to look over my shoulder, a large, white, feathery wing reaching slightly above my head. I gasp in surprise, turning and pushing Bart away gently. His golden eyes looked calm, frowning slightly.

"Jay? Are you an angel?" He asks. Then he blushes and says, "N-not in a flirty way, b-"

"Yes, Bart." I say. "I have been for two years."