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[The feed clicks on to reveal a red-headed teen with yellow eyes, who's currently peering at the device like it's going to explode.]

Okay, power button. Check. I thought this could be like that episode of The Twilight Zone where they execute people by blowing up in their rooms and that maybe someone was clever for a change and made the self-destruct button look like the on/off. But! Obviously not, because I'm still here.

I think I'm getting paranoid. It's like there's this voice in my head going -

[Bart holds two fingers up to either side of his head, so they stick up through his hair like ears.]

"Trust nothing."

[He puts his arms down, and he really drops them. They're just suddenly gone, and the camera picks up maybe two frames of the action, but even that's a little lost in a yellow flash. Bart only laughs with relief.]

Hey! Look at that, they weren't lying about that either. Now, if it would just hurry up and work all the time.

So, uh. Hi. Bart Allen. Anyone know where to find the games on this thing? I gotta pass the time until the rest of you slow down.

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I had to harass everyone to get updates. You went all black ops on us. No big deal, though. [He's kinda hurt by it, but he's going to let it go now.]

How many of us are here? I should've asked that five minutes ago, but I'm still stuck on Max and here. Max came back today. The today at home.

Oh--that. I was... making some questionable life choices. [Actual aims and goals aside, working with Ra's al Ghul is always a questionable life choice.] Sorry about that. I'll make sure to send up smoke signals or something next time.

Oh... man, a lot. Batman, Batgirl 2.0, Robin--the new kid. And my big brother--except he's my little brother here, and still Robin and from a different world. Wally, Zatanna, and a friend of theirs--their Aqualad, who is definitely not Garth. They're all about the same age, and from the same universe. Superman, Lois Lane, Black Canary, Kyle Rayner... I think Guy, is around too? And another Lantern I don't really know. Aquaman, Mera, Supergirl and Red Arrow from a different universe...

I think that's everyone.

And Kon--obviously. [As you're talking to him.]

So... codenames here then. I was going with Bart - I came in like this. [Bart waves a hand at his t-shirt, and then turns the hand towards the camera so that the costume ring is easily seen.]

I figured it was a little late to change. And Kon's going as Kon. What about you? Because it's hard to make something sound serious and important without a name to emphasize.

Because you neglected to mention that Batman's here, and I completely just did the Bat ears where he can see them.

More important though: that many? Why are we all still here?

Code names in costume, real names when not--just like home, really. I washed up as Tim Drake, but I've put together a costume for nighttime fun. Which is not just like home, but we make do.

Mostly the code names thing was because I'm overdue a lecture on "secret identities are meant to be secret, Tim," from Bruce, and I didn't want to remind him of that where he could see it.

And to be fair to me, you did the bat ears before I could point out that he's around.

As for why we're still here. [He actually makes a face.] Working on that.

You made a costume? I have to see this. I made my first Kid Flash one. Still have it, but I outgrew it. Sewing's not really hard. Finding the thermoacoustic polymer was the hard part. I got lucky; mine came with me so I don't have to bother - woah, off track.

That sounds like a great lecture. [EYEROLL]

Let me know how that one goes for you.

You're supposed to be you and put a virus in this thing before I can use it at all?

Yeah, I'm not growing that much right now, and I showed up in street clothes, so I had to make do.

[But, you know. He's kind of a batscout, and it's not all that bad, as far as homemade costumes go.]

Oh, yeah, definitely. I'll let you know. Should be awesome.

Of course. I'll work on my precognition skills. Every Robin should be able to see the future.

At least you had shoes that weren't obvious yellow boots?

[Bart slides down in his seat a little as he puts his foot up on the desk. He's wearing just socks.]

Cause that's all that came with me.

Sorry. I'm kinda glad that Max isn't here. That a lot of people aren't here. [I WOULD BE SO GROUNDED RIGHT NOW.] Is that stupid?

Heh. True. I have perfectly serviceable, non-Robin-like shoes, which is a definite plus.

And don't worry about it. It was kind of my fault. [shrug] Definitely not stupid, though. Nice as is it to have all the familiar faces of people we can trust around, I don't think I'd wish anyone here.

How do you wear those things? With the cleft toes or whatever you want to call them? They look like those socks people get so they can wear flip-flops in January. Like. It's winter. Give up the ghost.

And... yeah. I'd rather no one be here. I feel better about it with you guys around, but that doesn't mean I'm happy knowing my friends are caught between life and death and sleep too.

They're surprisingly comfortable once you get used to them. And excellent for climbing. But I totally agree about the flop-flops.

That's... exactly how I feel about it actually. Right on the nose.

You know that moment when you realize you've got no right to complain about something to a particular person?

[Bart sighs and looks contrite, drumming his fingers before he catches himself.]

Yeah. I'm sorry. Didn't think this topic through.

Don't worry about it. It's... we're all in the same boat here, right?

It's a big boat, yeah.

You should catch me up later. In person.

Count on it.

I've--

[Nope, never mind. Not doing feelings.]

[Bart is attempting to fix the feed through the time honored method of smacking the console.]

Stupid thing. What was that?

[Whoop. Uh.]

Don't worry about it--it wasn't important.

[Bart just. Raises an eyebrow at this. He's not stupid, and that was obvious. If it was no biggie, Why not repeat it?]

Right. I'll catch you later. You saw that they put me in ME-3B, yeah?

[This conversation is not over.]

[Damn it, Bart, why can't you be oblivious like you were when they were kids?]

I saw. I'm in 2-A. Want me to come by?

[Because he's growing up. Again.]

No. I'm happening to namedrop my address even though I know you have like fifteen of these consoles grouped into a command center and you probably already saw that I told Kon where to find me because the one thing I do all the time is stutter.

Yeah, come over. It doesn't have to be now.

[That surprises a snicker out of Tim.]

You're making me miss my command center back home. A lot.

I'm really just... talking to you right now. [And stalking the network like a creeper.] I guess it's kind of ridiculous to do it like this when we're practically neighbors. I'll be right there.

[Bart just laughs and shakes his head.]

Bats. you know some of us do okay without any command center at all. Just a couple of police scanners.

[Nod.]

And I'll be right here.

And we? Have no idea how the rest of you get by like that.

[And then he signs off, because he can't exactly walk and talk here. A short time later, Bart gets a knock at the door.]

[Bart pulls open the door and picks up the conversation like it never stopped.]

Being a speedster helps, really. We don't know how you guys do it either.

[Smiling, he stands clear of the door so Tim can enter.]

Get a mental image. It'll be a mess tomorrow.

Lots of surveillance helps.

[Have a quick grin as he steps inside, and he mimes taking a picture of the neat space.] I'll try to keep this in mind the next time I come by. So I can remember where the floor is.

Stalker much?

[It's very much a teasing response. He's got nothing to hide from any of the Gothamites.]

The floor's always down, the ceiling's up. Welcome to Gravity, the ridiculously stupid reality show that's taken the turtle by storm. I'm your host, Bart Allen.

[He drops the overdone announcer voice that he's built up, quite suddenly.]

Woah, double meaning that's too on point. I was. About to ask you how you were.

[Gravity vs. gravity.]

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I see your icon and match you. Love that panel.

Me too--so much.

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