Bart hadn't left STAR Labs since he brought Barry-2 there. They were acting on borrowed time trying to find a solution before the people affected by the temporal radiation leak died of it, and he was only slowing down when he absolutely had to. Anything else could wait. Well, not sleep, he wasn't a Bat, he knew he needed to take some time for that, but aside from that, slowing down to communicate what he'd gotten done and eating massive amounts to offset what he'd burned up with all the speeding, he was blurring through everything.

Trying to put the bits and pieces he recalled of the science of the Speed Force he'd learned from Johnny Quick and Val and others who'd made a study of it to use wasn't precisely hard, but it wasn't an area of study he'd been dedicated to. The closest he had to that was when he'd tried to become a CSI in LA when he was old, and that...well, thinking about that was leaving him as conflicted as thinking about Val. Most of what he learned were things he overheard while he was fighting Thad and his Rogues to try to buy time to release the trapped Speed Force in a harmless manner to those around it.

So books vanished and reappeared as he read the reference material, he spent subjective hours reading through everything he could find as quickly as he could absorb the information, adding to the equations on the bulletin boards and suggesting revisions. Using the Speed Force to produce the required energy wasn't the issue, it was keeping the effects limited in the same way the temporal radiation had only damaged people already changed by being in their little pocket of broken time.

The only time he took was to spend a little bit of each day sitting next to Barry's hospital bed, trying to be there for this particular not-grandpa. He couldn't let anyone down if he could help it, because even if he could run back in time and try to change things, it would never be enough.

[[OOC: Event post for Bart, find him in the lab or med bay, or pretty much anywhere else in STAR Labs burning himself out. He will try to drop dead for at least a few hours every thirty or so...]]

GuysguysguysguysGUYS! [There is one very excited teenager struggling not to vibrate his phone out of his hands or something equally awkward.]

You know how there's dragons everywhere, and they're really totally cool, well most of them. But, well, one of them apparently followed me home from a place I didn't even think actually existed. I called him a puppy there, and I guess that's kinda his name or something. He's a very good pet, helped us defeat this one giant killer robot and everything. So, without further ado...

[A moment while he finds something to prop the camera against before he brings the dog-sized purple reptilian thing back into view.]

Here's the puppy. Isn't he adorable? He already knows a couple tricks and everything. But, um, no baths, ever. Well, maybe if the fate of the world depends on it. Anyway, I'm so keeping him. Maybe he and Barney can have play-dates, right?

[[OOC: Yeeeah, he found the "puppy" from the sci-fi splinter reality the spirit behind Bedlam cooked up in the Young Justice 80-Page Giant. Normally quite manageable, it grows to kaiju dimensions when wet. But hopefully that won't be demonstrated any time soon.]]