The job was supposed to be an easy one. Go in, grab some Dust, and get out. A routine robbery. Roman might've have put on the façade of complete cockiness, but he was still very aware of his surroundings. He did not get to the top of his trade by being careless. Still, as he strode up to From Dust Til Dawn, he was feeling quite good about the whole thing.

He opened the door with a flourish and the lackey followed. As he pointed Melodic Cudgel at the old shopkeeper and instructed him to hand over the Dust. Making the smart decision and choosing his life over the goods, the shopkeeper complied. It was all going so well until suddenly it wasn't. Nothing drastic happened yet, but he heard faint music coming from the corner of the store. The Faunus didn't seem to care or notice, their contempt for him were as thinly veiled as his contempt for them, but he did think that they would at least care about what a possible witness could mean to their operation.

He took a few seconds to weigh the pros and cons of sending someone else to go check it out. Pro: He didn't have to move. Con: They would be incompetent and fuck everything up. In the end he chose to do it himself. Besides, wasn't the saying "if you want a job done right do it yourself"?

He rounded a corner and to his surprise a girl was standing near the magazine rack. A red hood was over her head so he couldn't tell what she look like, but if the black and red skirt was any indication then he knew it was girl. "Hey there! Isn't it past your curfew?" He called out.

The rock music continued to blare from her headphones. He sighed and used Melodic Cudgel to tap her shoulder. He was tempted to just shoot her and be done with it all.

She pulled the hood off and the headphones and turned towards him. "Excuse me—" She stopped mid-sentence. Her eyes seemed to widened, big grey eyes looked him up and down.

"Um kid? Do you think you can scram? Go home mama and papa." He looked down at her. She was a few years younger than him, maybe in her late teens.

He was growing more and more irritated by her lack of response. Then he followed her gaze to the soulmark on his right wrist right wear the cuff of his coat was riding up. A small rose marred his skin since he turned thirteen when the marks first appear. Honestly, he never gave it too much thought. People like him don't really get happy endings so he never bothered imagining one.

He was going to talk again but she seemed to have found her voice. "Sorry! It's just, well, you're my soulmate! This is cool! And awkward, I didn't think my soulmate would be old." She said that last part with a bit of a sour tone, but she seemed delighted nonetheless.

For a moment there Roman was at a loss for words. He chose to ignore the 'old' comment. "What? No. I am not anyone's soulmate. Sorry, Red."

"Pretty sure everyone has a soulmate. Look." She held up her wrist and sure enough there was a small rose identical to the one he had on his skin.

Before he had a chance to reply one of his lackeys broke in, "Boss, we are ready to go."

For the first time Roman was actually thankful to the Faunus. Now he could just get out of dodge and never have to deal with the kid again. He could name a million and one reasons as to why having a soulmate would be awful. At this point he just wanted to go home, maybe drink something strong, and try forget this ever happened.

"Boss?" Red looked from Roman to the lackey and back to Roman. Her face fell and something seemed to change in her eyes as realization dawned. "Oh."

"Yeah. See? Go find another soulmate."

"I'm not really sure it works that way." She then took on a fighting stance and put forward the red scythe she had been holding. Between everything Roman seemed to have ignored the thing, at least until she moved it so that it unfolded to its full size. It was taller than he was! "Like it?" She asked. "Built it myself. Huntress-in-training. I don't think it would've worked out between us anyways." With that she swung it out at him.

A/N: I had to fall in love with Roman Torchwick…. I had to become Rosewick trash….

This is the first time in over a year that I've written anything other than Teen Wolf trash (for an equally if not worst ship) so bear with me. The severe lack of Roman fic prompted me to write this and idk it began as an idea for a soulmark au but then it turned into this and I don't know where I'm going with this. I do know that I think I'm going to have Roman as 21.

The next chapters should be longer though.