[ Robin’s sitting up on a leaning perch in some heavy darkness, heavy and dark enough that it’s probably a good bet that he's up on the roof somewhere, away from what usually passes for the light and noise of the city. His legs are curled up and his face is drawn and puffy. But the expression he’s putting on for the tablet is set and hard; there are Things to say and he’s here to say them.

Yep, it’s another one of these posts. ]

This ends one of two ways.

We cut our losses and take responsibility for the deaths of 500,000 people, just like we had to last time. Only now we get to cool our heels in some cozy safehouse where we never even have to see the damage. [ A huffed, angry breath. ]

Or we stay here and try to do what they brought us here to do.

Maybe there is no way to stop it. Maybe they’re right and all these people are doomed already. But I don’t want to spend the next- [ his voice catches, but he pushes right past it. ] -The next who knows how long wondering if I could’ve made a difference. If I could’ve stopped the bomb before it even fell and saved everyone when it really counted the most. [ He stops and swallows, but his face stays... pretty icily resolute. Just try and stop him world. ]

Evacuations need to happen too, but we have to make sure there’s an Exsilium to bring everybody back to when it’s all over. So that’s where we need to start. Wherever the bomb is. [ By we he mostly just means... himself. Right now. But. This is the important part, so he forges on ahead. ]

I can't do this myself. I need... I need anybody who knows more about nuclear warheads than I do. Which isn't much right now. [ his tone says that's a change that's probably immanent. ]

Bring the whole arsenal. Nothing’s off limits.

[She looks tired, a little strung out, like she's sure most people do right now, but this is important, and it's important that people listen, which means she's using video, in the hopes it'll help make this message stick.

When she speaks, it's steady enough, though there's hints of worry and desperation in her tone, at times. Indications of how serious she's taking this, how hard it's hitting her.]

I know everything's a mess right now, but if you're seeing this, I need you to take the time to sit and listen, please, because I'm trying to help all of us and that won't work if everyone ignores me. Some of are probably going to hate me for this, but that's okay, as long as you keep listening while you hate me.

[a beat; a breath]

We're not abandoning the Exiles.

( this got long winded )

[Here's the voice of a possibly familiar British gent. Some may know him as a Transport from the past, others may recognise the iconic charm, while plenty may well just think he sounds like a total dick. All would be correct. Whatever your thought, he's back, masterfully managing a tone of smug disinterest as he addresses the community as a whole.]

Looks like the Initiative are still up to their usual tricks. Can't really blame them for wanting me back. [He is perfect, after all.

A beat, thoughtful, as if he's considering his words, briefly wondering on whether to use this opportunity to chase up on facts and information only to settle with a conceited:]

Miss me?

[ The sound of the rain dominates the feed for some seconds before Dinah's worked breath takes over. ]

So! Quick question. Where do you put miscreants and petty thieves? Do we have something like a jail for raggedy, violent islanders?

[ A moment of silence, in which Dinah's breathing is still there. ]

Because I've got a few of them lined up over here and I ran out of rope.

[Birds of Prey (Helena/Babs)]

Is any of you missing the Aerie as much as I do?

[ The video clicks in and Dinah is sitting comfortably inside some building, munching a hotdog. ]

Someone please tell me there are cheeseburgers in this watery hellhole. Mr. Pinkerman, I think I at least found a temporal alternative.

[ You just give her a moment to finish devouring the hot dog. Once she’s done, she’s ready to get down to business. ]

Oooookay, so I got the You’ve Been Chosen! Tour, saw the sights, got myself soaked wet and found the dirtiest, smelliest and cheapest hot dog stall that has ever been put in a corner. Exsilium, huh?

[ She shrugs, her tone casual, but those who know her might notice the tension in her shoulders and the sharpness in her eyes. ]

Sure beats Apokolips any given day in my list of worlds to suddenly get zapped into. I mean, if you can work out the plumbing issue… [ She points at the rain that can be seen in the window behind her. ] It would be great, really.

Anyway, I’m not much into whining. Name’s Dinah, Dinah Lance, and if you’ve seen a trigger happy…uh, blonde, do let me know. Babs, Helena, Zinda, if you’re hearing this, I’m starving, so be the friends you’re supposed to be and get me something to eat.