First Prophecy: [voice post]

...Raven calling Robin. Over.

[The voice sounds quite hoarse and... blasé. It's very hard to say whether it belongs to a boy or a girl.]

Robin? ...Raven calling all Titans. ...Cyborg? ...Starfire?

[A pause before another name is added somewhat reluctantly.]

...Beastboy?

[A loud sigh of impatience.]

If someone is actually getting that transmission, could they please tell me on which planet I am and how I can get away from here?

[During the last part, a low animalistic growl can be heard in the background.]

I thought I made it clear the first two times. I. am. not. food.

[The growl gets louder. Some statics can be heard over the line as if a close electromagnetic source was disturbing the transmission.]

Azarath Metrion Zinthos!

[A loud thump of something crashing into a hard surface, like let’s say a wall, followed by animal whines.]

This is really starting to get annoying...

[End of transmission.]