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[Private texts//High Security]

[Locked to: Dick Grayson, Stephanie Brown, Wally West, Kara Zor-El, Zatanna Zatara; sent as individual messages, sender displayed as Red Robin.]

There's a long version of this and a short version. The short version is: I'm putting a team together, and I want you on it.

There are a lot of different reasons to put together a team. To unify against a common threat. To work together to avoid confusion. To train a group of people who might not be good enough on their own. To get control and set an agenda.

Those aren't my reasons. Some of you I know well, and some of you just by reputation. But I trust each of you to be professional and independent, and to pool your efforts when we need to if there's danger. And I'm not grabbing the reins: when I have a final roster of who's in and who's out, and we've considered whether or not we want to add some less-familiar faces to our lineup, we'll be voting on a leader.

So, why do this at all? Especially when most of you don't remember the Titans, who I'd like us to be named after (though we can vote on that too, I guess). It's because of what the Titans always were as a team. We're a long way from home here, even if most of us remember coming from similar places and times. The Titans fought together, and worked together, but those things weren't our mission. The mission was to have a place that people like us, wherever we came from, whatever we were doing, could go to be understood. To get away from the kind of pressures we face every night, or at least be somewhere where everyone knew about them, and nobody was condescending to us because of our ages or our backgrounds. To be just a little closer to home and family.

I'm putting a team together, and I want you on it.

Take your time, think it over, and get me an answer when you can. No expiration date, but I've got plans for us starting next weekend, and if you are interested, you probably don't want to miss them.

[Locked to: Jason Todd; above message copied and forwarded as an attachment.]

I'm putting together a Titans team. And I'm trying not to make too many assumptions. If you're interested, you're on the team, no questions asked.

This isn't me attempting to get control or make you answerable to me. When we have a roster, the team will vote on who's in charge. This is me trying to open up a line of communication between us that doesn't rely on explosives.

[Locked to: Damian Wayne; with the message to the other Titans copied and forwarded as an attachment.]

The offer's still open. It won't run out. I know your answer, but I'm keeping you in the loop.

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No.

It was worth a shot.

No, it wasn't. Get off your high horse.

I'll argue once the dosage is down.

[Because this is a question that does need to be asked, where Dick is concerned.]

How about Damian?

KF, Zatanna, and I will discuss it.

Asked him first. He said no. Jason too. Door's still open.

Oh. Gotcha. Thanks! :)

Couldn';t start a titans team by crowssing off names.

Sorry. 430 was my next dosing tyime.

This is going to make the first fewa weeks interesting.

:/

I'll come over and field what I can so you can sleep it off. Or dictate.

Dictating. Shoul;d've thought of that.

What would you do without me?

[He's going to show up shortly. With more orange juice, this batch freshly squeezed, rather than from a carton. Probably easier way to get vitamins and minerals into Tim right now than actual oranges.]

[Almost certainly true. Tim's wheelchair is pulled right up to his computer, where he's trying to read through what seems to be some very small-print heavy paperwork, and the painkillers mean his reactions are muted and dozy. It takes a moment after Dick comes in before he'll glance over with a smile.]

[Yes, Tim, you're getting a careful hug around the shoulders in your wheelchair. And then Dick'll check to make sure your legs are safely positioned and there's no weight on them OR too much blood going into them to become a problem.]

I'm not even going to ask if you're supposed to be out of bed at all. But have some of this [freshly squeezed juice, currently beside the keyboard], and tell me if you need anything else.

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My legs need to be elevated eight hours a day. But working on my phone was making my thumbs sore. I don't want carpal tunnel on top of this.

[He takes the orange juice readily, and drinks most of it right away.]

That's good. There's nothing right now. Still waiting for some replies to come in.

Eight hours a day besides the time you spend sleeping. Anyway. Go lie down, I'll pull this over by your bed so you can read from there. And I wasn't joking about the dictating.

That work?

[And, if Dick has to go, Tim can pull off the keyboard in his lap and type from there.]

I know it's besides the time sleeping.

... All right, fine.

[He wheels over to the bed with the long-suffering expression of one brother humoring another, but he does exactly as requested, promptly.]

Maybe, if you're very lucky, next time I come here I'll have found you a satisfactory laptop. Any requirements about that?

[Yes, he is bringing the table with the computer over. When Tim doesn't need his help, of course.]

I trust you to know the kinds of things I need.

I probably do know, at that.

[Light, teasing. Almost laughing.]

Hey, why not? I'm in. S'not like we didn't just start a team back home, anyway.

Except, "Titans?" Is there much of a point in having a name, other than making ourselves targets? The League made our team to do what they couldn't cause they were too public.

You make a good point. But it isn't like I'll be putting up billboards and advertising a callsign. Think of it as useful tactical shorthand for a big battle. 'Avengers right, Titans left.'

[ Snort. ]

Avengers? Okay, that makes sense. So this is a group back in your world, "The Titans?"

The Teen Titans, technically. But we never used the whole thing, and I'm not a teenager any more.

Doesn't sound too bad, but let me talk it over with my friends, okay?

Absolutely. I know it's not really the traditional fruit basket and 'welcome to town.' But Robin can explain.

Well, thankfully I'm far from traditional.

He's already planning on it. We'll let you know.

With or without an app this time?

I'm not going to push the app on anyone who doesn't want to use it. But it's the only line of communication in town that I'm sure is secure.

Do you monitor the rest?

For logistics and dispatch, I view telemetry. The rest of the time, no, though the function's built in.

Not that I wouldn't have used it on Jason, but when he decided to do something stupid he'd leave his phone behind.

You want me on your team?

Ugh. Kara, he just said that.

Sorry, I'm surprised.

I'll repeat it, if you want. You're an asset to any team. And a friend, in any universe.

I might not be the same as her.

And I wouldn't ask you to be.

You sure? You know I've never really managed the whole team player thing. I'm more of a lone.......bat. For like, everyone else's safety.

You might believe that. But I don't.

We'd be proud to have you, Steph.

I guess there's a first time for everything. I'm in.

Great.

...You think this calls for celebratory waffles?

That's a silly question, Tim. What doesn't call for celebratory waffles?

So I already knew the answer.

What time?

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