"Oh, God, not this again," said Robin, who'd only been listening with half an ear. He looked down at the alley below. Since they'd been up there, a pair of gangs had gathered below. Apparently they'd stumbled into an arranged gang fight, which was something that Dick had always assumed happened only in movies.
And as he watched, he realized he'd seen each gang before. "It's the Jets and the Sharks. No, I'm not making this up. Yes, they actually call themselves that, and one gang is predominantly white, and the other predominantly Hispanic. I guess it'll be pretty easy to find crime tonight."