Why would I want to go back? [Oh no. He can feel the bitterness building up inside of him, feels a strange pressure in his chest that just has the words spilling out of his mouth without even a hope of stopping them.] I mean yeah, I miss grandma, Jay and Joan. I miss the rest of the Team, I miss the Watchtower. And I mean if I'd lived all this time back home my dad and Aunt Dawn would be born, but it's not here.

[He's waving his arms vaguely as he speaks, slipping in and out of superspeed due to annoyance rather than manic energy, this time. Not that there's much of a difference when everything's just a blur of motion.]

And if I go back, Nightwing's gonna be off the team, Wally's dead and I won't care like I do here, and I'll forget everyone else- you you, the SB who's here now, CK, JJ, Gogo, Riku-

[Bart stops, clicks his teeth shut as he realizes he's actually ranting, and not in a frantic, whining speedster way. He lets out a breath, dragging his hand over his face as he tries to just get a grip.]

Yeah. Way too much.