Plop, plop, plop struck the heavy rain against the figure walking down one of the streets in the east side of Jump City, one of the better parts of town. The brim of the hat protected their face however the rain soaked through their duster coat. Cold, wet and pain from a pervious fight didn't wipe away the smile. This person loved the rain.

The coat hid the guns pressing against their sides along with the ammo magazines pushing into their back. Don't want those prying eyes of those who stared to notice them. Three months being in this city one got used to those stares.

Fifteen feet from the entrance of the bank when BOOM of that blast created a good wind, sending his hat flying which, revealed the scar that went from the forehead across the brow just stopping on the check. Hands still in pockets while the bottom of the duster just flapped wildly.

Voices came from inside the ruined bank.

Exiting through the flaming debris, "Come on barf bag, we gotta hurry before those snot munching Titans show up," said a child-like voice who was suspended on four spider like legs.

"Well, if Mammoth would hurry up, we would be gone already," replied the pink haired girl following spider legs.

A third voice came out as a figure approached, "I'm coming already," stopping and staring at the only person who didn't go running from the blast, "Hey, who's that loser?"

Now they stared at the new player in this game.

"What, you some new Titan snot muncher?" remarked the spider legged child.

"Nope, can't say that I am," grinning, "but that doesn't mean I'm going to let you walk away easy."

Grinning, they dropped the bags of money.

"No Titans, get the money," said the pink haired girl, "and we get to have fun with this guy, must be our lucky day."

"I'll play with him for a bit," said the big one

Mammoth was spoke,

Walking up and stood in front of the stranger. Mammoth, yes that was his name, was big and regular bullets would just bounce off his hide. That didn't worry the stranger, it was Mammoth's breath that worried him.

Waving his hand in front of his face, "Are you sure they shouldn't call you dog boy, cause your breath smells like you've been drinking from the toilet."

Mammoth's anger rose as his friends found that joke funny. His fist swung at this comedian only missing by a mile.

Jumping back, unholstering the gun from his right sided, the muzzle pointed at Mammoth's face.

Grinning, "You missed," charging the round, "maybe you just can't see," pulling the trigger, "let me brighten things up for you," sending bright light from the gun barrel at Mammoth's eyes.

Screaming, Mammoth's hands covered his eyes. Pain from the shell sent him to his knees, crying like a baby.

The other two sent missiles and pink waves of energy at the stranger only to dodge them like nothing. Running towards them, bringing his gun up, he fired two more rounds at the spider child backpack strap. The rounds sliced through the straps cutting the power. A fist to the gut took out the spider child.

The girl proved more agile almost successful with some pink energy waves. Toe-to-toe for a few minutes. A stun round sent her unconscious to the ground.

Starting to stand up only a sudden pain to his side forced him to hunch back down. Patting his side, his hand felt something warm and wet. Bringing his hand in front of his eyes, the rain was washing the blood away fast just not fast enough.

"Damn," grumbling to himself, "that lame bandage didn't cut it."

Forcing himself to straighten up, his eyes closed tilting his head up towards the sky, letting the rain wash his face.

"Pardon me, but I believe this is yours," remarked the voice from his left side.

Going to default, his gun hand shot up. His eyes focused on a red haired orange skinned girl holding his hat. Four other people behind her jumped into a fighting stance as her eyes went wide with fear.

Releasing a breath, "Don't sneak up on me, my reflex's will force me to draw."

Uncocking the hammer of his gun, spinning it on his index finger, he reholstered.

Smiling allowing her and her friends to relax, "And thank you for finding my hat," placing it back on my head which blocked their view of his scar, "Cops should have no problem with them," motioning to the criminals on the ground,

Turning, he started to walk away when intense pain erupted from his side causing him to drop to his left knee. The girl and her friends ran up. They yelled something he couldn't make it out as darkness covered his conscious mind.

Slowly waking up, he tried to lift his right hand to his eyes to rub the fog from his memory only to discover it tied to the bed producing fear and anger.

"So, your finally awake," said a cold male voice.

Staring at the source, and from the new reports on the TV display windows in the city, this was Robin. Studying the room, he picked out Cyborg, Beast Boy, Raven, and Starfire, the orange skinned girl who returned him his hat.

"Yea, I'm awake," asking through clenched teeth "Can I leave yet?"

"You ain't going anywhere for a while with that one nasty gash on your side," said Cyborg. "We had to bring you to our tower cause this was the only place close enough to treat your wound. You need to heal first."

Robin approached, "And when you're done healing, you're going to jail," shoving his finger into the patient's face.

"Oh, you've got to be shitting me, why, cause I did you job for you?"

"You were carrying illegal firearms, used them in public, and you pointed a gun at Starfire."

Chuckling, "Oh really, and tell me. Where in the hell were you when they hit that bank? Have you even checked my background. I am authorized by the president himself to carry any firearm, concealed or exposed. And for your Starfire, like I told her, my reflex's take over when someone sneaks up on me. Now, untie me and leave me be."

Everyone's eyes wide opened stared at the tied up patient who was losing his patience.

"You work for the president?" asked Beast Boy.

Shaking my head, "Not directly, but I saved his life, and in exchange, he granted me use of my guns whenever I see fit."

From the shadows in the corner, "And why aren't Jinx, Mammoth, and Gizmo dead," remarked the one named Raven, "You just used regular bullets."

Again shaking his head, "Those guns I use are apart of me, and I can alter the bullet in the chamber. For that Mammoth character, I blinded him with a light round," looking back at Robin, "So, are you going to untie me or not."

Robin didn't look convinced.

"Fine, where are my guns?" he asked, "You want proof, check the resignation numbers. It shows my license with photo and the president's signature."

Nodding, "Fine, we will," replied Robin, "but you're still staying there and be under guard."

Everyone walked out leaving the patient/prisoner alone. Unable doing anything else, he went to sleep.

Hours later, he woke up finding himself freed. Sitting up, he rubbed his temples to wake up or calm down the hammering going on inside his skull. Noticing the note on the table beside the bed.

Your story checked out. When you feel up to it, we would like to talk to you a bit more up in the main room.

It had Robin's signature it and it gave directions to get to the main room. Returning his attention to the table which a clean pair of jeans, a new t-shirt, familiar pair of guns, and holsters. Dressing, putting on his combat boots which were at the foot of the bed, he exit the med room heading towards the main room.

Five minutes of searching for the elevator. He stepped in. Pushed the button marked main room. Listened to some theme by John Williams dedicated to Superman. Ding and no one noticed him exiting that elevator.

"Alright, I'm in the lead, dude."

"But not for long, BB."

Cyborg and Beast Boy were playing a video game and it was at hearing loss inducing levels. In the corner, Raven was reading something. Near the kitchen, Robin and Starfire were talking. Standing there for a moment, he turned to leave.

A scream came from behind him, "You have awoken," stopping his exit.

He turned around just as Starfire wrapped a bear hug around him. His ribs nearly cracking plus his eyes felt like bopping from his eye sockets.

"Air," he gasped.

Letting go with an apologetic look on her face, "I'm sorry, my friends tell me I do not know my own strength."

Smiling at her, "Its okay, my back feels better though." turning to Robin, "So, care to talk?"

Grinning, "Yea, first, I want to apologize, you were right, I didn't look into your background."

Shrugging, "Don't worry about it, happens all the time really. I need to find a way to carry ID."

"You could carry a wallet," remarked Raven.

"I did," rubbing the back of my head, "it was stolen two days ago." laughing a little.

Throwing a spaghetti sauce jar over the shelf, "How's this?" asked the red head with a batch of white over her left eye.

"This is meat sauce," throwing back the jar, "Need cheese sauce."

The male had to be twenty five. The redhead was six months older then the male while the fifteen year old girl acted with maturity.

Using the shopping cart, the redhead propelled herself onto top of the shelf without knocking products over. The male was beside her.

Looking at their list, "There."

Using the top of shelf like stepping stones, they found the last item from their list.

Heading towards the check out registers, "Uptown funk, funk you up. Uptown funk, funk up. Uptown funk, funk up," came from the redhead.

"Is it that all you know?" answered the male.

"I'm so vain. I know this song is about me."

"You had to ask," remarked the fifteen year old.

Reaching the conveyer belt, they unloaded their purchases onto the conveyer belt.

"This place needs self check out," remarked the male.

Reaching the cashier, four robberies wearing ski masks, red, orange, blue, black.

"They look like dorks," laughed the redhead pounding her hands against the conveyer belt.

"Shut up, bitch," said the red ski mask.

"You're right. She's been a bitch of late," said the male, "Go ahead shoot her."

"I'm hurt. Tried of putting up with your verbal shamming," remarked the red head, "I can find better men."

"And you're still here."

"You two shut up," cocking his gun.

The male slapped the cylinder causing it dislodged from gun. With snap of his wrist, red ski king returned the cylinder back in its spot.

Pressing the barrel against the male's forehead, "Splattering your brains for that," pulling the trigger.

Click, click, click.

Revealing the bullets in hands, "These make that gun go bang," dropping the bullets.

As the bullets bounced off the floor, the male grabbed the gun then slammed the butt against the red ski mask's skull. Throwing the gun, it hit the blue ski king's face. A can of green beans followed hitting the orange ski king. The male run across check out conveyer belt. His right foot shattered orange's gun hand then a punch sending him to sleep land. Blue ski king had .357 magnum from an old lady preventing him to counter.

Throwing a banana then an orange at the black, the redhead run then dropped onto her side on the counter. Her right foot missed causing black to duck. She brought her heel against his face.

"Can't believe you missed that simple kick, Jess," said the male.

"Rath, you got help from an old lady."

"Time to leave," said the fifteen year old, "I paid with the money from that wallet you found," walking past them.

"She's getting too old for her age," remarked Rath.

"Shave her bald," replied Jess.

"Shotgun."

"Fuck."

"I was impressed by your file," said Robin, "Was all that training true?"

Nodding, "Yep, your looking at the youngest trained S.W.A.T., Seal, and Ranger. Believe me, it was hell to go through, but it paid off time and time again."

An alarm interrupted any further questioning.

Checking the computer, "Titans! Trouble at the docks," said Robin.

A picture came up. That familiar cold feeling washed over the gunslinger. A feeling he felt many time before when demons were involved.

Robin turned back to the rest of the group, "Titans…"

"Stay here, I'll handle it." turning "You won't have the training to take on the ones who caused that," loading rounds into the chambers of his guns.

Heading towards the elevator, his ears caught, "You're not a Titan, you stay here," from Robin's mouth.

"And you're no demon hunter," entering the elevator, "I am and this is what I do," he said as the elevator door closed.