It was nine. He knocked on the door again, waiting outside like a delivery guy. Soon enough the door opened and a short, blond man opened the door, wearing an oversized tee shirt and no pants. Running his hands through his hair, he looked at him expectantly.

Dick stared at him for a moment, before snapping out of it.

"Yes, um, I was looking for Raven?" He said, regretting making it sound like a question. "Are you her… boyfriend?"

"What? No, I'm Gar. Vic's boyfriend." The blonde said, looking back into the house. "Vic! Where's Rae?" He yelled, and the other man stood there awkwardly while Gar and presumably Vic yelled back and forth before finally a female voice came into the mix.

"Shut up!" She yelled, before coming out of her room. It was clear that Dick had woken them up, but this was what the instructions said, weren't they?

"Dick?" Raven asked as she came to the front. Gar just laughed at the name.

"Ha! Your name is like a- ow!" He was cut off as she pushed him down the hallway of the apartment.

"I'm surprised you can even walk. Go back to bed." She said harshly, and Gar just left, sulking as he walked down the hallway. After the blonde man had successfully turned into a room that Dick assumed was a bedroom, she turned back to the doorway.

"You said be here at nine." He said defensively before she could say anything.

"Yes, nine. As in nine at night, when the rest of us are functional. What world do you live in?" Raven said, staring at him as he tried to think of a response.

"Shit."

"Do you always follow the instructions of strangers?" She asked, looking amused. He didn't answer, instead just walked away back to his apartment on the other end of the hallway. "Be back here at nine." She said, and then walked inside her apartment, closing the door.

Dick walked away, feeling stupid. He should have known that she'd meant nine at night, and her amusement only added to the feeling of incompetence.

Once he got back to his own apartment, he started to overthink it, as usual. Did it make him look like a cop that he was extremely early and would just follow instructions that an odd teenager gave him in the elevator? Stupid, stupid, stupid!

If he kept screwing up, he would end up dead, and he knew it. That's what made it all worse, in a way. After all, ignorance is bliss. He almost wished that he could just be stupid and walk into something head first without thinking and just get himself killed already.

The whole thing was a fluke anyway. There was no proof that Raven and her friends were even the criminals he was looking for, but he had nothing else to go on and he was curious about the girl, about Raven, and her friends, the blonde guy- what was his name?- and someone named Vic.

He left his crappy apartment, figuring that he should at least go get something to eat in the meantime. It almost made him wish he was at the precinct, eating donuts with his partner, all the while listening to him complain about the paperwork. He missed paperwork.

More than that, though, he missed his partner. Roy Harper was very annoying and people often couldn't tell them apart, sure, but he missed the easy rivalry and the way they were so similar, usually thinking the same thing and being able to move in sync while taking down criminals. Roy was a jackass, but they were still friends.

The walk down to the pizza place down at the end of the block was cold; he wished he'd brought a jacket. There was one in the duffel bag in his apartment, but he'd already started walking, and he refused to walk back when he was warming up anyway. He'd be fine to get to the end of the block, no matter how cold it was.

Once he walked into the restaurant, he could feel himself warming even more. It was a pizza place called Luna Pizza or something like that; he'd heard good things about it, even though he'd never been here himself. When the waitress came over, he ordered a Diet Coke and a slice of cheese pizza.

While he waited for his order, he looked around the cheap restaurant at the people sitting around him. Two couples sat in the corner, by the window; they looked like they were about to have sex in the booth, just out of sight of the family on the other side. The mother looked like she was about to scream, with five kids running around and three of them under ten.

A shriek of laughter from two tables away from him, two girls separated from each other as their pizza was set in front of them, laughing at how the grease would drip off of the pizza onto the paper plate. They took napkins and mopped it up, taking a bite off of the cheesy food.

Dick did the same as his pizza arrived, piling about four napkins on top of it before most of the grease had been mopped off. The slice was huge, as typical New York style, and even though he was still a little hungry afterwards, he didn't order a second slice, knowing that it would just make him too full.

Leaving cash on the table, and glancing over at the two couples in the corner, (God he missed Kori), he left the restaurant, noticing that it was still only eleven in the morning. Letting his hands lie in his pockets, he walked down the street, stopping just under the Brooklyn Bridge to listen as cars ran over it and the entire bridge vibrated.

Wishing he could go back to his own apartment, he looked at the apartment building that he was staying in before turning into a pawn shop on the corner, quickly scanning the area before setting his sights on the man at the counter. He was a large man, and Dick was glad for his sunglasses that covered his eyes, meaning that the man could not read him as easily.

"Hey. What do you want?" He asked, grinning like an asshole. His orange beard and hair was terrible, made worse with the yellow and black outfit he was wearing. The name tag that looked like it had seen better days read Baran Flinders.

"I need a gun." Keeping his hands in his pockets, Baran Flinders stared for a moment before pulling out a wooden box full of different types of guns, mostly handguns.

"Ha, we have a lot of those." Mammoth- as Dick had nicknamed him, really the man was huge- said, nearly slamming the box on the glass counter in front of him. Someone came out of the back, a girl with a cigarette in her mouth. Her nametag read Jennifer, no last name. She looked over at him with a bored expression, watching the static-filled television in the corner.

"How much?" Dick asked, picking one up out of the pile. It looked decent enough, only a few scratch marks visible. Mammoth looked at it, then turned to Jennifer, who was still watching television with her cigarette.

"Uh, how much again?" He asked her, causing her to turn around irritably with a roll of her eyes. She made him wait for a minute while she took a drag, and then spoke:

"Hundred fifty. God, you people can't remember anything!" She said, angrily turning back to her show, which looked like it was on commercials at the moment, so she didn't have much reason to be pissy. She wasn't missing anything by answering him.

"A hundred fifty." The large man repeated, turning back to the counter to face Dick. He dropped $150 on the countertop and took the gun with him, paying another $60 for a decent amount of rounds. Leaving the store, he shot into the weak grass around the building, satisfied when the gun worked sufficiently.

It wouldn't have been a bad thing if the cops came and shut down the place anyway.

The television was incredibly boring, but she had gotten sick of listening to Billy and Mikron argue in the back of the store. Seymour and Mikron were trying to rebuild some sort of television, one that they'd found in the dump or somewhere like that. It would hopefully replace the old clunker that they had out here now.

She couldn't focus on the television, too preoccupied with their first customer of the day, some asshole who came in looking for his gun. His sunglasses made him look like a dick, but he didn't seem to care too much about whether or not he could see jack shit.

When Baran had asked her what the price was, it just made her mood plummet down Niagara Falls, because these people wouldn't even remember their own names if they had all gone with the stupid nicknames that Seymour had created. She was definitely the leader of these people, and if she wasn't around, they would all probably die or end up arrested in the time frame of an hour.

Her real job was running the pawn shop, even though Baran technically owned the building and most of the stuff that was pawned. A lot of the stuff that people pawned was shitty and broken, but they would give the person (who was more than likely broke and hoping for anything) their price, and there would be no arguments about what was paid for the item.

Jennifer was her real name. Some people called her Jenny, a few called her Jenn, but most people who knew her called her Jinx. She didn't really mind the nickname, and it was well deserved in her life, they all knew. Wherever she went, bad luck usually followed her and the people she hung around with, which was the main reason that she hung out with the idiots she did, because they were just smart enough to stay out of her way and stupid enough that they weren't scared of her.

She didn't like any of them. She wouldn't go so far as to say that she hated them, but they were certainly annoying and Jenny wasn't sure how she would feel if they died or got arrested or something. The girl would never admit it, but she had grown fond of them, almost like they were pets that shit on the carpet all the time.

Baran was thick-headed and obnoxious. He would follow the rest of the six, even if the plan was something incredibly stupid. Mikron was extremely childish, and made the rest of them watch for wires as they walked around the shop and make sure there were no open sparking wires.

Seymour was less annoying, and could probably take care of himself if he needed to, but he listened to her for the most part and would usually follow her orders. Billy was a hillbilly that was mostly harmless, just irritating and airheaded. His mouth could move faster than his brain, which had gotten him into trouble once or twice, but other than that he was just annoying.

Elliot was a mystery to her. He only really talked to Seymour, and just followed the others around a bit. She was pretty sure that he had a girlfriend, some chick labeled in his phone as "Angel" (really, could you get any more lovey-dovey? It made her want to puke), but he'd never mentioned her, and Jenny couldn't ask because then he'd know that she'd gone through everybody's phones. She did about once a week just out of pure boredom. She knew all their passwords.

She still sat in front of the static-filled television, watching some unknown news channel now, after she'd dug around for the broken remote. The guy who had bought the gun left, shooting a round into the grass like a douche. Jenny didn't even jump at the sudden noise, she was so used to it. As another customer came inside, she didn't even have to turn to see them to know who had just walked in.

The light tread, the sound of a bird, and she knew exactly who it was.

"Hey, Raven."

Author's Note: Hey, people. I don't really know what to say about this chapter, other than to ask if you guys figured out who everyone was. The reason I changed from calling Robin Richard to Dick when it's in his view is because he's trying to change how he thinks about himself, as Dick instead of Richard. It makes sure he won't slip up as much and he can try to keep the undercover cop part of him that does bad things separate from the cop who always tries to do the right thing. It's very similar to how Robin and Red X (Robin's Red X, not the mystery Red X) were different people.

Also, thank you to the people who took the time to review my story!