I've rewritten this intro to sound less dumb. I reread this thing and even I thought it sounded stupid so this chapter has been revised. I hope the changes were worth while.

He awoke in a high class hotel room in the dark. His vision was blurry, but he could tell that there was a scuffle in the room recently. The boy also noticed that there were at least half a dozen men with red machete like swords surrounding him, being led by a man with orange hair, wearing a fancy feathered hat, white suit, and holding a cigar in his mouth and a cane in his hand. Needless to say the circumstances were not promising.

"Finish him off, I got other business to tend to." The man said to the machete wielding goons.

"Yes "Sir" Mr. Torchwick." Replied one of the goons.

Upon hearing that the boy immediately got off the ground and took a fighting stance. One man came at him with his a machete. The boy grabbed the man's arm with his left hand a used the man's momentum to throw him into the opposite wall knocking him out. The boy was stunned at his strength, but his the moment was cut short when another man lunged in at him. However his face met a hard fist knocking him out backwards into the men behind him. The boy was completely focused now so he just took a short moment to take in the atmosphere.

One of the goons shouted "In case you can't count there are three of us and only one of you, so drop your weapon, NOW!"

Weapon, what weapon he thought. He felt around his body until he touched a long object on his back and then he pulled it off and it appeared to be a bow. Well he had a weapon, but what good was a bow in close quarters. His question was answered when he instinctively pressed a black button ion the handle transforming the weapon into two dual wielded swords. He then knocked the sword out of the hand of the next would attacker and bashed his head with the flat part of the right sword. The next guy didn't see it coming as he tried to rush the boy his machete was stopped by one blade and the pommel of the other sword came down on his skull knocking him out. However the last man decided to bail and sprinted out of the room and down the stairs. The boy ran after him and chased him into the streets. As he entered the street he saw the man running near the end of the street, so he instinctively recombined his two swords back into a bow. He readied an arrow from a quiver on his back, and then he steadied his breathing and took aim. The man was at least a hundred yards away if not farther, but the boy just steadied his aim and released the arrow and the man froze in a block of ice as soon as the arrow made contact. Shockingly the boy knew that the arrow would react in such a way, almost like he had done this before. The boy was proud of his victory. Until it hit him. He then came to the realization that he could not recall who he was. He couldn't eve muster up a name to call himself. "This has got to be some kind of nightmare," he said out loud. 'What the heck is going on!?' He thought. He didn't know what to do so he just leaned against a lamp post and sank down into a sitting position. He put his face in his hands and tried to think. Nothing was coming to mind except a mild headache. "Who am I?" He whispered. Then suddenly he heard foot steps approaching. The boy stood up and began to reach for his bow.

"Calm down young man, I mean you know harm" said the stranger.

He looked up to see a man that was tall in stature with grayish hair, wearing a black suit, green shirt, and dark spectacles, holding a cane.

"How do I know for sure?" the boy replied.

"Because I'm not one of them," the man said as he pointed to the man frozen in the ice block.

"Just who are you?" the boy questioned.

"Never mind that we'll discuss that later, just come with me; there is much I need to discuss with you."

Half an hour later the boy was brought to a police station by the man where he was taken to an interrogation room but was asked to wait outside until they were ready. He took a seat on a row of chairs, but then took a short trip to the bathroom, because as he sat down he wondered "what do I look like?" As he entered the bathroom he gazed into the mirror and a stranger stared back. The image in the mirror wore a green tinted trench coat with a dark forest green hood, dark black boots, dark black cargo pants, a black shirt where the strap from his arrow quiver crossed over, and lastly he had fingerless gloves. On to the head he had black hair tinted green and in stream lined hair style, he had pale skin, a thin face, a navy blue colored eye, as in one eye. His left eye was covered with a black eye patch. He reached up and touched his eye patch, but dared not to remove for fear of what lay behind it. As he gazed upon the figure in the mirror, he thought of how freakish he looked as a Cyclops. As he returned to the waiting area he spied a small, yet cute girl dressed in red and black sitting on the opposite end of the chairs. Capitalizing on the red quite a bit he thought. He took a seat and stared at the opposite wall and began to go off into thought.

"Hello, my name is Ruby" the girl interjected.

He accepted the hand and shook it feeling her small and tiny hand against his bear paw like hands.

"So what's your name?" she asked energetically.

"Your guess is as good as mine."

"What do you mean, don't you remember, did you hit your head or something?"

"That, or a really bad hangover; I haven't the slightest clue, but anyways I have no idea what to call myself."

"Robin"

"What?"

"You look like a Robin." Ruby stated.

"Hmm, I like it I'll go by Robin now, thank you."

"Just like that?"

"Sure, why not? I was going to go with Cyclops, but I think I'd get too many weird replies with that name."

The two laughed briefly over his previous name choice until the tall looking man from earlier called Ruby into the room for interrogation. As he waited he thought about the girl he just met. She was kind, cute, easy to talk to, and probably the first person he had any real acquaintance with, and to top it all off she named him; that he would never forget. After about an hour the girl came out.

"By Robin, see you later."

"By Ruby, thanks for everything."

"What do you mean?"

"You know giving me my name and all."

"You mean that wasn't a joke?"

"Um… no."

"Oh… okay, well good luck with your life then."

As she left Ruby thought to herself about how bad she felt about treating Robin and her discussion earlier like a joke. She thought it was just some cheesy pickup line guys used like her sister Yang had always warned her about. However she did think it was cool to meet a real amnesiac who also looked kind of cool.

(Mean while.)

Robin had seated himself in the chair opposite of the man he had met outside the hotel. The room was to say the least small. Robin actually found it claustrophobic.

"Hello, my name is Professor Ozpin. I am the head master of the hunter and huntress training school known as Beacon and this is my secretary Glynda Goodwitch." As he gestured to a refined looking woman probably in her early thirties. "But enough about me, what is your name?"

Robin then answered with the only real name he had, "My name is Robin."

"Robin, where did you learn to take out all those thugs?"

"I don't know."

"Why don't you know?"

"I don't know why I don't know. I just know that I know how to do it, but not why. I don't know I why I know how to do those things. I… can't remember who I am, and my name was just something that Ruby girl decided to call me."

"So you really are lost then, aren't you? Perhaps I can remedy that, if you accept my offer?"

"What's the offer?"

"Become a student of my school and perhaps you can unlock the secrets of your mind or at least have somewhere to restart from"

It seemed like a pretty good offer. He didn't really have much to lose, but then another question entered his mind so he began to open his mouth until Ozpin spoke again.

"Of course it will be paid for by my school seeing as you having a long term memory loss probably can't remember where you left your wallet."

"Probably in my other pants." Robin replied.

"Probably. Now what is your decision?"

"Deal." Robin declared as they both shook on it.

Ok that's the end to chapter one. I know the start is pretty slow, but I intend to speed it up later along the line. Anyways any tips, advice, or criticism is welcomed, because I have no idea what I'm doing.