Logan stalked into a dimly lit and slightly foul-smelling bar, glaring at anyone who made eye contact. He was not in a good mood. He hadn't gotten any sleep the night before because some smart-ass students at Xavier's School For Gifted Youngsters had decided to sneak out and managed to get themselves in trouble with the police. Fortunately, he'd been able to hunt them down and catch them just before they'd gotten the bright idea of getting violent and using their powers and exposing them all to the public. Then he'd been harassed all the next day by some air-head student who seemed to think she was capable of seducing a man more than twice her age. It had taken all his self-control to refrain from slapping her upside the head and telling her to get a life. Now he had to find some mutant who the professor had detected in a part of town with a bad reputation. Today was definitely not his day.

Logan focused on his task at hand and began his search. He looked towards the bar, then immediately turned away. He really did not want to see an obviously underage girl wear revealing clothes covered in black sequins. (Brittany Spears is not a good role model, kids.) Realizing that scantily clad young girls were not safe in this setting, Logan took it upon himself to convince her to go home. He approached her without looking below the neck. She eyed him suspiciously, then pulled out a cigarette. "Got a light?" she asked.

"Aren't you a little young for that?" he replied as he made himself comfortable on the stool beside her. As she opened her mouth to reply, Logan turned to the bartender. "Gimme whatever's cheapest," he growled. The girl raised an eyebrow at him, amused. "You obviously don't get out much," she smirked. "That's really no way to charm a lady."

"It's for me, not you, little girl," he said, pulling out a cigar. She gave him a furious look. "I'm not a child," she snapped. Logan turned too face her fully. "You're right," he said and lit his cigar. He held out his lighter and the girl moved to light her cigarette, but he pulled it away before she could. "Twelve is so grown up," he said.

"I'm almost sixteen!" she said angrily. Logan just turned away from her as the bartender gave him his drink. The girl watched him, not exactly sure what to do.

"What's your name, kid?" he asked after a moment.

"Raven," she said, glancing at him to see what he thought. "Raven Nightwing."

"Cute," he replied. "You make that up yourself?"

Raven leapt up from her seat. "I'm not putting up with this!" she shouted. "You should respect me!'

Logan took a swig of his drink. "And why's that, kid?" he asked calmly.

She grinned and held out her fist in front of her. "I'm more powerful than you could possibly imagine." As she spoke, a light formed and grew while she opened her fisted hand.

Logan stood up, showing no sort of emotion. "You're the one I came to see," he said. He grabbed her arm and yanked her towards the door. "Let's have a little chat." Raven struggled, but she discovered that it was rather hard to pull away from a man with inhuman strength.

"Get away from me!" shrieked Raven as Logan pulled her outside. Realizing that wasn't going to get him to let her go, she resorted to less fair tactics. "Help! Rape!" she screamed.

Logan didn't even blink. "You chose the wrong neighborhood to pull that stunt in," he told her. "I'm surprised you lasted this long." He let go of her and took his cigar out of his mouth, which he'd been holding between his teeth the whole time. "Now, business," he said.

Raven glared at him. "What do you want?"

"There's a place for mutants like us," he said, getting right to the point. "A safe place. Xavier's School for Gifted Brats like yourself. You can develop your powers without worrying about a lynch mob."

Raven looked at him haughtily. "I don't need your help. I can take care of myself," she sneered.

"What, by hanging out in bars and showing a pretty light to people?"

Raven just looked at the ground and scuffed her feet on the pavement. Logan sighed. "I wondered why you didn't put up more of a fight. Let's get going." He started walking towards his motorcycle.

"I'm more powerful than you- is that a motorcycle?"

Soon afterwards, they were on their way to the Institute.