Well, I appreciate air conditioners a lot more now.

If anyone needs me, I'm going to be recharging in front of one. I'm pooped. No more casting spells for a month.

To: Zatanna Zatara

Hey, you still here wanna hang out a bit? Beach or something.

- R

 I know it's been a crazy couple of weeks, but I've scheduled a get-together with the Avengers for this weekend, and I'd like to be able to RSVP and tell them how many people are on the team.  If you haven't gotten back to me yet, the offer's still open, but I'd like a preliminary roster.  

[Hey there, New Moore. Some of you might recognize this face. It looks a bit older, but this is Zatanna, from five years into her future. She is now part of the Justice League, she's come into her own powers, and she's pretty hot.

No, that first shot from her feed is not her boobs, be quiet.]

So, who's running the party around here? I can't find a definitive magical reason as to why I'm not back on the Watchtower. Not that I mind a change in scenery.

All I know is that I shouldn't be here.

To: Wally West and Zatanna Zatara

Wanna talk over Red Robin's offer?

Two hours, top floor of this address. [Coordinates & street address attached.]


To: Damian Wayne

I know you've probably talked about it more than you care to, but, if you want me to, I can still listen. Or read. Yeah, I mean about RR's offer, but that doesn't mean I won't listen to any other topic you want.

[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.

So, totally digging the not knowing if magic or some cool Batman-like tech got us transported here. Not cool to tell the girl who can use magic that she's not real. I mean really? I pull rabbits out of top hats and you're telling me I'm not real. Get another trick, the show's old. Or learn how to make it sound better. I can see all of your strings from here.

Mind telling a girl where she can find her friends? That is, if they're here. With my luck there's some crazy villain pulling the proverbial strings around here and we're all separated.

At least my dad can't ground me for this one.