Time it was and what a time it was

[oracle_watching]

Right now Oracle wants nothing more than to hail the Watchtower and talk to her husband, find out how their daughter is doing, find out when they can both come home. But she has to satisfy herself with occasionally glancing at the medical records as they're updated in the Watchtower sick bay. It's not enough. But it's all she has time for

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[_nightwing_]

Forty-five seconds later, Nightwing arrives on the observation deck, where the other Titans have assembled. He looks them over for the first time since before they headed to what they'd thought was Light's hideout.

[mari_grayson]

Nightstar's face is still faintly bruised, but she's on her feet and looking very serious.

[starfire_kory]

Starfire stands near Nightstar, shifting restlessly from one foot to the other, occasionally hovering off the ground.

[damage_granted]

Lifting his left hand to his right shoulder, Grant rubs at the joint, frowning at the rather harsh twinge of pain. The bruises on his face don't look like they feel all that great, either. He might have to go into whatever they're facing swinging with only one arm, but he's going. Period.

"What're we looking at, Nightwing?" he asks, looking the older Titan over. There are still streaks of dried blood around his mask and his dark hair is matted, and he looks tired.

[jessequick]

Jesse still has ice pressed to her face as she joins the others, her expression calm and determined. But she's there.

[gar_logan]

His eyes are pretty much glued to what Nightwing has to say next. He doesn't imagine that it's good, but hey, like anything:

Could be worse.

[speedy_mia]

Speedy is there, looking pale and shaky, her face bruised and swollen, but she's there her attention on Nightwing as she awaits his news.

[_nightwing_]

They look almost as bad as they probably feel.

We don't have much time, so I'll make this fast. There's a mass breakout in progress at Alcatraz. Comms were down for a good twenty minutes before they got word out. No, this is the real deal. We may have convicted metas on the mainland already, and we can't let that continue.

I know you're all tired. We're hurting, not just physically. We've got a hell of a lot of face to save over the next few hours. Better to start now. That's why I've officially requested any help the JLA can spare us.

Is it a distraction by Light? Probably. But we need to do what we do, and let the scientists do their thing. And more importantly, we need to trust that the League can solve this. We need to help give them that breathing room so they can track this bastard down.

We can do that much, at least. We're still here. Still Titans.

Together.

[_bird_of_flame_]

Flamebird grins, a vicious sort of grin.

"Bring it on."

[gar_logan]

The tired nod shows that his fighting spirit is there, if battered about a bit.