[ The feed clicks on to Marceline grinning like a maniac and holding her new red bass guitar with a note that says "First Place" on it. She emphatically points to it. ]

I guess that dance wasn't much of a waste of time after all, punks! Check out what I won from that weird camera contest! Finally, something to bust out some jams on and I don't even have to borrow it from anyone else! Ha!

[ She floats a bit back from the camera to show off the guitar in full. She tightens one of the strings and strums and begins to sing a little. ]

La la la la~
Such a lonely holiday
All so dark and cold without a ray
of sun.

La la la la~
When I'm missin' your smile
And I'm hoping it'll be worthwhile
to see you again~

[ She stops and shrugs. ]

It's a work in progress. I'm a little rusty.

Thanks, Cecil, man. You were pretty rad.

There's more than just bloodthirsty wolves out at night, so stay indoors after sundown unless you have a death wish. This place grows more dangerous by the night, and going out drinking is a great way to make yourself stupidly vulnerable. Keep your wits about you, already. It shouldn't be as hard as you're all making it out to be.


( [Private to Coulson/Police Encryption] )

Okay, I know I should be the last one saying this---


You guys are being way too normal for a bunch of people who randomly time-travel and turn into pirates.

[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.

It's much nicer here without so many people. I thought I'd stop to introduce myself again, since it seems like I'm not...leaving, like the others did. I'll have to get used to this place. Just as I've done before.

My name's Kara. Now that you know it, you don't have to call me Supergirl. Kara's much shorter, it's easier to say, and...well, it's actually my name. I know a lot of you are familiar with my cousin, but we're both...different people. Still. I'd like to help in any way I can. I'm stronger and faster than most people are, and I can reach higher places and don't get hurt as easily. If anyone actually wants my help, you can just yell- I'll hear you. You don't have to worry about that.

Oh- and one last question. Is it possible to live somewhere, to absorb and experience it, and still not lose home in your heart?

I should be surprised. But after everything that's been thrown at me the past few weeks... Well, let's just say that this seems more ordinary than meeting your older-self-but-not-self-from-alternate-universe-relocated-to-your-universe. So I'm not. Maybe I'm even feeling...relieved? There are so many people, but it feels almost...calm.

And look at that! No one's pointing guns at me! I wonder how long that one will last. Probably not long. And-- [At this point it flashes to video. A pretty blonde girl smiles faintly- though it's a weary, tired smile. You can probably also recognize the big S symbol on her chest too.] There. The technology here's still a little behind, isn't it?