"Forward, actually," Bart corrects, then shrugs. "I had to use an unlicensed time-portal to get back here. But since I've pretty much been on the President of Earth's shit-list since before I was even born, it's no big."

He grins, though. "I should give you the formula for my suit material sometime. It's not great for strength or anything, but being able to compress stuff like that and be a consistent membrane at the thinness I need to stay inside my aura might lend itself somewhere."