Hypnosis Control ( Hypnotist Male reader x RWBY Harem) Remastered

All According to Plan... -Roman

The streets of Vale were alive with sirens, their piercing wails echoing off the cobblestone alleys and towering buildings. Roman Torchwick adjusted his bowler hat, the brim low enough to cast a shadow over his smirking face. Behind him, Neo was a blur of white and pink, her umbrella spinning idly as they darted through the labyrinth of streets.

"Hurry it up, people! We've got a schedule to keep," Roman barked, motioning to the ragtag group of criminals trailing behind. Most were standard thugs, but a few were better equipped, their weapons glinting ominously in the dim streetlights.

"Roman, we're boxed in! The VPD has the whole district locked down," one of the men shouted, his voice tinged with panic.

Roman's grin widened, more predatory than amused. "Then we'll have to make our own exit. Neo, darling, keep an eye on the rear."

Neo tilted her head, her mismatched eyes sparkling with mischief as she twirled her parasol and slipped into the shadows. Roman pulled his cane from the loop on his belt, tapping the ground as if testing its weight.

"Let's give them a proper farewell," he said, leading the charge deeper into the city.

The first ambush came at a tight intersection. Two VPD cruisers skidded into view, blocking the way forward. Officers leaped out, their weapons trained on Roman and his crew.

"Torchwick! Surrender now, and we'll make this easy," the lead officer shouted, his voice amplified through a megaphone.

Roman snorted, lighting a cigar with practiced ease. He exhaled a puff of smoke, the orange ember glowing in the night.

"Sorry, officer, but I'm afraid 'easy' isn't my style," he said, tipping his hat. With a flick of his wrist, the cane transformed into a high-powered firearm.

The air erupted in chaos. Roman fired first, a searing blast from his cane scattering the officers' formation. Thugs rushed forward, engaging in brutal hand-to-hand combat with the VPD. The clash of metal and the sharp crack of gunfire filled the air.

One of the officers lunged at Roman with a baton. Roman sidestepped with a flourish, his cane swinging in a graceful arc. The weapon connected with the officer's side, a sickening crunch echoing as the man crumpled to the ground.

Neo appeared behind another officer, her parasol's blade glinting under the streetlight. A swift, precise movement, and the officer's weapon clattered to the ground, his lifeless body following moments later. Blood pooled on the pavement, dark and viscous.

"Efficient as ever, my dear," Roman quipped, nodding to Neo. She smirked and gave a mocking bow before vanishing into the fray.

Despite their initial advantage, the fight was far from over. A second wave of VPD officers arrived, this time equipped with heavier armor and riot shields.

"Get down!" Roman roared as a stun grenade arced through the air. He dove behind a dumpster, the explosion of light and sound leaving his ears ringing.

When the smoke cleared, he saw one of his men on the ground, his torso shredded by a hail of bullets. Another thug was grappling with an officer, the struggle ending when the officer plunged a knife into the thug's throat. Blood sprayed, painting the nearby wall in a gruesome pattern.

"This is turning into a real mess," Roman muttered, rising to his feet. He aimed his cane and fired, the explosive round obliterating the shield of an advancing officer. The man screamed as shrapnel tore through his exposed neck.

Neo reappeared, her umbrella spinning as she parried an incoming strike. She kicked her opponent in the chest, sending him sprawling. Her blade followed, piercing his heart with surgical precision.

Roman glanced around, assessing the situation. They couldn't hold this position much longer.

"Fall back!" he shouted, waving his crew toward a nearby alley.

The group sprinted through the narrow passage, the sounds of pursuit growing louder behind them. Roman's mind raced as he considered their dwindling options. They needed to get to the safe house, but the VPD was cutting off every route.

"Boss, we're running out of men," one of the thugs panted, his face pale with fear.

"Then run faster," Roman snapped, irritation creeping into his voice.

Ahead, the alley opened into a construction site, the skeletal frame of a high-rise looming over them. Roman grinned.

"Perfect. Neo, set the stage," he said.

Neo nodded, darting ahead to scout the area. Roman turned to his remaining crew.

"We make our stand here. Use the scaffolding for cover and pick them off as they come through the bottleneck," he ordered.

Moments later, the VPD swarmed into the alley, their numbers bolstered by reinforcements. Roman's crew opened fire, the construction site becoming a war zone. Bullets ricocheted off steel beams, and the air filled with the acrid smell of gunpowder.

Roman took down an officer with a well-placed shot, the man's body slumping against a pile of debris. Another officer charged at him, wielding a baton. Roman parried the strike with his cane, then delivered a devastating blow to the man's head, the force caving in his skull.

Neo danced through the chaos, her movements a blur of deadly elegance. She disarmed one officer with a flick of her parasol, then plunged the blade into another's chest. Blood sprayed across her pristine outfit, but she seemed unfazed, her expression one of cold amusement.

Despite their efforts, the VPD's numbers were overwhelming. One by one, Roman's men fell, their bodies littering the site. Roman gritted his teeth, his frustration mounting.

"Neo! Time to wrap this up," he called.

Neo nodded, activating her Semblance. Illusions of Roman and Neo appeared, confusing the advancing officers. Amid the chaos, the real duo slipped away, leaving the VPD to fight phantoms.

Roman and Neo emerged onto a deserted street, their breaths ragged. Roman's suit was torn, and blood dripped from a gash on his arm as it struggled to regenerate due to the immense stress his body was under. Neo's hair was disheveled, but she looked otherwise unscathed.

"Well, that was fun," Roman said, lighting another cigar.

Neo rolled her eyes, but her faint smile betrayed her amusement.

"Let's not make a habit of this," he added, glancing at the horizon. The faint glow of the safe house's location was visible in the distance.

"Come on, darling. We've got a new game to plan. That game being where are we going to get a new base.." Roman adds as they both slip into the shadows.