With my cousin, I look around the Watchtower. It's not long before we find Superman and Flash. We end up speaking in unison. "You guys miss me?"

Flash grins. "Hey Kaylee! Welcome back! Nice to see you too C. Bolt."

Superman smiles and I feel a slight pang of longing sting me. I don't think I know why but, when he smiles, it reminds me, in a way, of my Dad. I feel certain that a few more scales have fallen from my wings. I hope he didn't notice. I don't think he did because he speaks up. "That's not a question just us should answer."

They lead us into a familiar room. What are they...Oh.

I can't help but grin at the sight that meets my eyes. All the Justice Leaguers (except Batman, Bruce must be busy) have smiles on their faces as they welcome us back.

I clear my throat. "I guess you guys want one of us to make a speech. I've never been very good at speech making but I can think of something short to say for the both of us. It's good to be back."

I'm handed a box. "I found this in Metropolis. I decided to save it for you until you came back. Kaylee, I'm sorry I don't have anything for you."

She smiles. "It's O.K."

I thank Superman and open the box to find a journal. Why did he give me...My breath catches in my throat and a sharp pang of longing stings me. I'd know that handwriting anywhere. "T-This is my Father's handwriting."

Unable to even begin dealing with the pain I find myself feeling, but knowing I can't up here, I have Kaylee follow me to a private place. She seems a little reluctant but she agrees, knowing that what I desperately need is not on the Watchtower.

It's not long before, with the journal in my right hand, I'm back at Dick's place with Kaylee. A sudden realization has also come to me. Clark, why were you in my Dad's study?

Dick looks at us. "That was a short visit."

I nod as I feel more wing-scales fall. He must have noticed them falling. "H are you O.K?" I shake my head and ask him if we can talk in private. Kaylee nods and, shortly, Dick and I are alone in the room. We both sit down on the couch.

He reassuringly squeezes my hand but only for a second. "H, I saw your Dad die. It was like I was looking through your horrified eyes. I'm so sorry."

I rub my locket and nod as I feel more wing-scales fall. My voice gets smaller. "It saw it too. It hurts so much, but I saw it. I also felt a sharp pang of longing on the Watchtower. Clark gave me this..." I hand him the journal. "And I saw my Dad's handwriting in it. Did he know the pain it would cause me because of what h-happened to him? Does he know that my Father's d..." I can't seem to bring myself to say it.

"Well..." He seems almost hesitant. "Just say it already." "He does know. I told him about you in [Mother-Nurse's] waiting room." "No wonder Bruce didn't know. I guess Clark put in the article about my interview only what he learned during it. Either that or you didn't tell Bruce I'm an orphan. Please tell me it's the former." I feel more wing-scales falling.

He sighs. "Are you going to be mad at me if I..." "It's the latter, isn't it?" "Yes, I'm sorry. But, as you know, I told him about your..." "Please don't finish that. I didn't lose him. You told me he's in my heart because no one we truly love ever leaves us completely. That and you know how much he meant to me." I still feel wing-scales falling. Dick picks one of them up. He looks shocked. "What is it?" He hands it to me. My eyes widen at the sight.

The colors are starting to fade.

"Dick, I know what this means. It means..." My voice gets smaller. "The grief is slowly tearing me apart. I told you the pain was getting worse."