Bart kept an eye on things, and he was turning as he felt the wake of another speedster approach. "Getting slow in your old age, Flash?"

He wasn't in uniform, but in that moment, the power he mostly was hiding glowed in his golden eyes. It was more that he'd been thinking about the power as he waited, even as he mentally reread a couple of his favorite books to pass the time.

"Grife, I haven't wrangled dinosaurs in years. Not since I used the cosmic treadmill after watching Jurassic Park for the first time."