Random One Shots

Roman Torchwick #2 - RWBY

Roman Torchwick x Reader: Partners in Crime?

A/N: Thank you to Julia Scream (http://www.quotev.com/juliascream) for requesting, and hopefully it turned out how you wanted it too. Also THIS IS UNEDITTED SO SORRY.

(Y/N) = Your Name. (L/N) = Last Name.

Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY or any of its affiliated characters, plotline, etc.

You let out a small sigh as you walked through the streets of Vale, kicking a small pebble aside as you did. It was evening, the sun just starting to fall behind the tall buildings of the city and casting an eerie glow on the streets in front of you. Any other female your age would probably be nervous walking around the sketchier parts of the town at this time, nervous of getting assaulted, but you felt relatively safe.

After all, you were only one of the top student's at Beacon Academy, home of some of this generation's best warriors.

Your weapon was safely concealed against you, hidden by your clothing. Your hands were tucked in your jacket pockets and your hood was drawn as you wandered the empty streets, the still dimming light casting a tall shadow in front of you.

You couldn't help but feel a little disgruntled. You hated the Academy. You loved to fight, but some of the people at that bloody school...how were they so happy and perky all the damn time? Why are they so blind to seeing the world the way it really is; going to shit?

This is a world where it's kill or be killed, there's no in between. Sure, we're in a so called 'time of peace', but that won't last forever...

You shook your head out of those thoughts and pulled out your wallet, counting out some of the money you had made today (*cough cough* stolen *cough) before deciding to go buy a comic and then head back to the Academy.

But you were stopped short by the sight of a second tall dark shadow slowly coming up to meet your own.

"Beautiful night," a careless man's voice rang out from just behind you.

Not bothering to look at the person, you shrugged. "Sure is, though it was a lot nicer when it was quiet."

"We-ell aren't you a feisty little thing," the man chuckled. "I didn't realize it was a crime to try to talk to a pretty lady."

That caught your attention, so you turned your head to glance at the man. He was quite nicely dressed, with his white coat, nice shoes, cane and hat. But what caught your attention was the mischievous glint in the eye that wasn't hidden behind his flaming hair.

You faced ahead again. "And you'd know all about crimes, wouldn't you Mr. Torchwick."

"So you know me," flattery filled his voice, making you roll your eyes.

"I'm pretty sure anyone with access to the news would know all about your little Dust robberies."

"Believe it or not I'm not the best at keeping a low profile," he jokes.

You remained silent.

"Oh come on, kitten. Talk to me."

"You're a criminal, Torchwick. Surely you have better things to be doing," you kept your voice light, but now you were slightly worried; what did he want with you?