Trigger warnings: Swearing, because Jacky.

"Order up! Bibi, quit slacking!"

"Yeah yeah, calm your pompadour bro!" Bibi shouted and stuck a tongue out at her brother, who returned the gesture with an eye roll. The sixteen-year-old slid the tray off of the counter and into the crook of her elbow before she repeated the process with the other tray and took off across the restaurant to go serve another family.

Since she had arrived, things had started looking up for the Trankston-Tsunematsus and Crow.

Both restaurants owned by the family, Bull's Diner and Udon With That, were flourishing. The owners of both were considering expanding, Bull to another building in Retropolis, and Mr. Tsunematsu to another wedge of Brawltopia. He hadn't decided which yet, which was fortunate, because his wife was a real estate agent. The two had been spending quality time together while looking at possible buildings.

Crow was moving up in the gang. He had become one of the higher-ups and had been tasked with expansion. He now operated a sort of retrieval system, to get people into Brawltopia who weren't safe where they lived. Bibi helped him out when she wasn't at her new school or working at Bull's place.

Crow, who had long since retired from the diner, walked in the door, chatting with Jacky. Ever since they helped to renovate the diner, Jacky and her demo crew had become close friends with Crow, Bull and Bibi. Carl had convinced Bull to start serving robot-friendly dishes. Which were more half-dead batteries than anything, but it made the geology robot (and his autonomous friends) happy. It also attracted an... interesting set of customers, including the ever-famous Pam, her family, and the family robot, who Carl had apparently talked about for hours after meeting her.

Crow and Jacky sat down at the counter, still talking.

"It would need to be huge."

"And how do you plan on getting the fucking land for that, bird brain?"

"The first rule of a gang is 'don't ask questions'."

"You're fucking mental." The man at the bar, a young Brawler with liquid, purple-tinted hair, laughed and shot one of his attacks, a drop of his hair filled with bits of shell, at the counter. The projectile bounced off the counter and hit Jacky on the underside of the chin, making her shirt wet.

"I oughta fuck your shit up for that, Grape Juice," she growled in her heavy accent, standing up on the bar stool and looming threateningly over the poor kid. He just laughed again.

"Don't swear, Jacky. There are kids in here." Jacky sat back down with a huff and began digging through her bag.

"Suck a-" drill noises censored the next word- "Beckham," she said, smirking across the counter. She had pulled a small handheld drill out of her work bag, and was now resting it on the bar.

"No drills at the counter, Jacky." Beckham twisted away from Jacky's hands as she lunged at him and went to go serve another customer.

Bull shook his head at their antics and went back to reading orders. He threw three more burgers on the grill and put cheese on two of them, before going to the other side of the grill, throwing a slab of hash browns onto a different burger, putting it on a plate, and bringing it to the window so Bibi could take it to a customer.

"Order up!"

That was when he saw that peculiar group walk in.

There was a man with slicked back brunet hair, but that was about as normal as he got. He was a full head and shoulders above any of his friends, and he was extremely muscular. Bull had no doubt the man could give him a run for his money when it came to strength. Standing next to him was a girl with bright purple hair, looking warily around the diner. While she wasn't nearly as muscular as her friend (brother? cousin? boyfriend?), she was toned, and that was almost as frightening.

Just behind them stood a pair of relatives. Everything about them screamed that they were related, from the way they stood with each other to their hair, which was so red it almost verged on pink and was probably entirely unique to their family.

Bibi was the one who sat them, and she led them over to a booth just one away from the large one in the corner. As she walked away, the group immediately leaned in and started talking.

Okay, so they were secretive, but most of the customers weren't exactly broadcasting their conversations to the world at large. Bull shrugged and went back to his cooking.

A few orders later, Bibi came up, ready to grab the next set of trays. As she did, she leaned through the window to talk to Bull.

"They keep looking at Crow and Beck and then going back to their conversation. It's weird," she whispered, tilting her head slightly towards the booth that the group was sitting at. Bull nodded and told his sister to go back to serving. After she left, he pulled one of the younger chefs, a girl named Stacy, aside.

"Hey, kid. I can take over your station, but I need you to go pretend to be a customer. Keep an eye on the group in the corner for me, and if they start to do anything besides talking and staring, knock on the counter a lot or something, yeah?" Stacy nodded and left the kitchen through the back door, grabbing the hoodie she had left there on the way out. A few seconds later, he spotted her walking through the front door out of the corner of his eye.

A couple more orders passed before Dynamike and Carl walked in and sat down next to Jacky. Beckham took their orders and shouted back to Bull, who ran out back to grab a can of oil and a handful of D- batteries for Carl.

When he came back in, furious tapping was echoing throughout the restaurant. It took him a moment to realize that that was probably Stacy, letting him know something was amiss. He set the oil where it wouldn't spill on someone else's food and went to check out the window.

The purple haired girl and the brunet man were sitting at the counter, just a single seat away from Crow.

He gave a single wave in Stacy's direction, and the knocking cut off. He then tried to analyze the situation. The duo seemed to be waiting for his friend to finish his conversation with Jacky, which probably wouldn't take much longer. Once that girl brought out her sketchbook, she could draw up plans in a matter of minutes, which would end their talk about whatever Crow needed built. Bull needed to intervene, and fast.

So he walked out the door that led from the kitchen to the bar and went to address the strange people.

"'Scuse me. Can I help you two?" Both of the people looked up at him. He did his best to seem important and slightly miffed. But the man simply sat up a bit, and then he was nearly eye-level with the chef.

"Ah, si señor. That, er, Bird-man over there. He is a brawler. Yes?" The man spoke in english that was a bit broken, and with a heavy accent.

Bull went into full on panic mode.

This whole ass human just asked him if his best friend was a brawler. The dude looked like he could be a professional wrestler, and he just asked if Crow was a brawler.

So he did what any sane human would do in that situation.

He puffed out his chest, stood a little taller, and asked, "Why you wanna know?" The girl put a hand on her friend's shoulder and began speaking with a slight Spanish accent, much lighter than her partner's.

"Hey, man, we mean no harm. We just wanted to know-"

"Sure ya did. You wanted to know so you could beat him in an alleyway. Now, you have five seconds-" he held his hand up to emphasize his point- "To get out of my diner before I make you get out," he growled. But the antagonizers weren't listening. They were staring at his hand.

Which, he was coming to realize, was the hand that bore the marking for his super button. Which was more visible than normal, seeing as he, Crow, Bibi, and Beckham had fought the day before to let off some steam, and his super was still partially charged.

The man leaned back in his seat as much as he could, given that it was a stool, and the girl leaned forward. She also gained an inch or two, making Bull think she had probably just sat on her foot.

"So, you're a brawler too then?" He grimaced at the woman's question and cursed himself for being so careless.

"Yeah."

"You the owner of this place?

"Yep." At this, the brunet leaned forward too, seemingly excited about something.

"So, you're Bull?" he nodded. "Well, Bull, I've got a question for you. Have you thought about expansion?" He raised an eyebrow.

"As a matter of fact, I have. Why do you want to know? And why should I listen to a word you say when you been staring at my customer and my bartender like a couple of creeps?" The woman nodded at her friend, who held up his hand. Bull had to squint, but he could see the faint outline of a super. The brunet smiled charmingly and held the hand out for a shake.

"Hola, amigo. My name is Raphael, but you can call me-" he pulled a mask out of his back pocket and pulled it over his head- "El Primo."

Bull gaped at the man, now recognizable with his signature mask. He was a world-famous wrestler. Or, he had been, until someone found out that he was a brawler and got him kicked out of the organization he worked for and blacklisted from every other circuit. He hadn't been using his brawler traits to wrestle, people were just scared of him.

Which was bullshit, but there was no time to reflect on that because the woman was talking to him.

"I'm a brawler too, but my super is on my gun, and I'm guessing you don't want guns in your restaurant. Both of our friends are brawlers as well." She jabbed a thumb at her booth, where the redheads were still sitting. The man gave a dazzling grin and made finger guns in their general direction, and the woman smiled cheerily and waved. "Now, about expansion," continued the purple haired woman.

"And who is this offer coming from?" Bull grunted. She got up from her stool and extended a hand. As he shook it, she introduced herself.

"The name's Shelly," she said cockily, "and I have a hell of a property for you, if you're willing to invest in a little passion project of ours." Bull propped himself up on his elbows.

"Tell me, Shelly, what's the name of this so-called passion project?" Shelly grinned.

"It's called Brawl Stars."

Fun fact: the official title for the retropolis overarc (Crow, Bull, and Bibi) is Something More Than A Gang (I Dare Say We're a Family). So, that's a thing.

Funner fact: the original title of this chapter was supposed to say Retropolis Epilogue instead of Retologue, but that was to long!

I'm going to be posting a short Thanksgiving thing before I start the next arc, the Southern Bell arc, which would be Rico (aka ?) and Piper. So, after this absolutely monumental occasion (for me at least), thank you, please keep reading, and goodnight!