A lone white fang member leaned against the side of the warehouse he let out a sigh before pulling down his hood to reveal dirty blond hair and two fox ears, one of which looked previously stitched back together. he pulled his mask up and wiped away the sweat on his brow, Roman had been working them harder ever since that damn girl in the red cloak had stopped their last operation. he stretched and went to open the side door but stopped and listened turning back. footsteps, he was sure of it aiming his SMG-short sword hybrid slowly turning the corner of holding crate. nothing, he was stunned his ears had never led him astray before. He lowered his gun when a pair of padded-gloved hands grabbed his head and covered his mouth. the faunus pulled at the arm that was slowly turning his head, then something came into view, a crimson helmet with thin black lines that lead to eye holes with blank white eyes, eyes that he could have sworn he'd seen before. that was the last thought that went through his mind before the red helmeted vigilante twisted his neck with a sickening crunch as his bones shattered and he went limp. the vigilante stood over the lifeless body and looked down at the young man who's life he had just ended. "not worth a bullet"
"chop chop boys these crates won't move themselves." Roman Torchwick announced to the white fang members Adam had lent him for this assignment. roman himself was simply supervising the group as he didn't trust them to get the job done themselves, well not in the time frame they had to work with due to recent complications. As Roman continued to take count of the dust crystals three white fang members approached Roman who seemed to barely registered their presence addressed a tall faunus with round glasses over his face mask. "yes perry?"
"Roman we found cyan, he's dead." Roman froze for a second before carefully placing the crystal he was examining back in the pile and turning his full attention to the faunus.
"I'm sorry, say that again."
"Someone broke his neck we suspect that whoever did this is still in the area but we haven't seen anything out of the ordinary."
"I see" Roman spoke, "Be sure to let me know if you find anything..." Roman began to trail off as he seemed to be staring at something in the distance. "Perry?"
"Yes, sir?"
"Is that Bullhead supposed to be taking off?" Perry turned around and sure enough, the stolen helicopter-like vehicle was currently taking off with the White Fang members guarding it limp on the ground. "Take that Bullhead out of the sky!" Roman yelled to the troops who began to fire on the aircraft.
Inside of the vehicle, the red helmeted vigilante looked down at the men and women firing at him with contempt, these criminals, these terrorists, were stealing dust from all over vale why? He honestly didn't care what their plans where he just knew he was about to end it. One stronger blast from the group below caught the man's attention.
"Armor seems to be holding up nicely." The red helmeted vigilante spoke to himself in the same tone one would use to observe the weather. "Let's see how they compare." And with that, he activated the auto lock and pulled the trigger on the handle.
Back on the ground Roman aimed at the bullhead's cockpit but the front mounted Gatling-guns caught his attention when they began to slowly rotate.
"Take cover!" A Rabit faunus called out only a second before the weapons began to fire at the small crowd gunning down several of the soldiers. Roman quickly dived behind a nearby weapons crate, looking back roman was shocked at the ruthlessness of the intruder as they continued to fire even as the majority of the White Fang began to flee. Roman aimed his cane but before he could fire electricity surged from the airborne vehicle. looking around for the source of his salvation he noticed a man atop of a large crate holding a shoulder mounted cannon wearing a black full body spandex suit with a blue bird on the chest with black shoulder length hair.
"Never thought id be glad that Nightwing showed up." Perry grumbled out loud.
"There really is a first time for everything." Roman remarked deciding to take advantage of the situation. "Everyone fall back!"
Nightwing dropped the electric harpoon gun and watched the Bullhead. whoever was piloting seemed to be trying their best to keep the vehicle in the air but that wasn't going to happen the circuits where fried most likely beyond repair. Nightwing prepared his grapple gun to get on the vehicle but before he could the cockpit opened up and the man piloting jumped out, landed and gracefully rolled as the Bullhead Crashed into the warehouse. Nightwing stared at the red helmeted vigilante. the man wore a Dark brown leather jacket over dark gray tactical armor with a red bat-symbol spray painted onto the chest, his combat pants were a lighter shade of gray and had metal knee and shin protectors as well as black padded gloves. overall a deceptively simple outfit that seemed to offer a nice mix of mobility and protection.
"You know that was an Atlus military vehicle you just totaled right?" Nightwing stated leaping off of the large crate he stood on.
"I totaled it? you're the one who shot it with the big 'fuck you' cannon." the red helmeted vigilante rebutted whilst raising a large pistol at the other vigilante.
"Yes but you let it crash into a warehouse." Nightwing smirked leaning against a nearby crate. the two stared at each other both not moving an inch. "So I guess we've reached a stalemate."
"Yeah, no." the red helmeted vigilante fired at Nightwing who dodged the shot and pulled two escrima sticks out from their holster on his back and activated their electric ends swinging at the murderer who dodged each attempted strike without much effort. As Nightwing attempted to hit the red helmeted vigilante he found his left wrist was being forced to his right before a fist made contact with his gut and he fell to his knees. the punch was fast and strong, meant to knock the wind out of him which it succeeded in doing. as Nightwing looked up he found himself once again at the receiving end of what seemed to be a custom high-power pistol.
"Why are you even here, hood?"
"I prefer 'Red' actually, the hood part is sort of implied." The leather clad man lowered his gun and stared down at Nightwing, who returned the stare. "And I'm here because id like to put my new methods to the test in vale before I put them to use in Atlas."
"New Methods? you're killing more people than ever!" Nightwing snapped motioning to the bodies of former men and women of the White Fang.
"That's the point Dickhead. If I kill them and KEEP killing them the message should be loud and clear." The red helmeted vigilante turned to leave.
"What message? that you're insane?" He stopped in his tracks.
"No." The leather clad man turned on his heels and grabbed Nightwing by the throat pulling him up to his feet simultaneously pointing the pistol at his skull. the air was still as the two men look each other in the eyes almost as if they could see past the masks they both wore. the red helmeted vigilante lowered the gun only to strike Nightwing across the jaw knocking him out. "That vale belongs to the Red Hood!" The red hood stared at the unconscious body limply hanging, the only thing stopping it from falling to the ground being his grip. 'It's not like I can just leave him here if anyone comes back they might try and unmask him, or worse.' The Red Hood lifted Nightwing onto his shoulder and began to walk off. 'Come on Dick lets see that new high rise apartment you won't shut up about on Dustbook.'
well this is it, my first attempt at a crossover. this idea came to me while trying to get over my writers block for my other story that has nothing to do with Batman or RWBY so how I came up with this? I frankly don't know but I started it which means I now have to finish it...oh what have I done? unfunny jokes aside I don't have anything even resembling a schedule I simply write when I'm up to it so if I haven't updated in a while please know I will NOT abandon this story. All I ask is that you tell me how I can improve my writing.
Thank you for giving my story a chance.
TL;DR It will take months for me to update/Please help me be less shit.