Chapter 1

It was a clear, but dark night and Roman Torchwick; Remnant's most brilliant criminal mind, in his own words, had high-jacked a shipment of dust. "Once we sell this on the street, we'll make millions." He said, just then someone came up to him.

"Boss, what about this new vigilante that's been going around?" Said one of his minions.

"Who cares! If he dares shows his face," he lifted his cane. "I'll handle him!"

Meanwhile a figure was watching on, he was dressed in a bodysuit, gloves and boots. He had a pair of guns holstered on his back. They were about a foot long, four inches wide and shot out light bullets. Under the barrel was a razor sharp blade (like Blake's weapons but they fire light bullets). He put earbuds in and started a music device.

(Cult of Personality - Living Colour)

He jumped down and started to kick ass. The gang started to attack him, one came in and threw a punch but the vigilante grabbed it and broke the arm while kicking another in the face. Another came in to attack when he leapt on to the attacker, grabbed him by the head in mid air and dropped him on his head.

Torchwick had seen him, "it's him." He said, "Kill Him!" They started to fire on the hero and he flipped out of the way and in between the bullets. Then he pulled out his weapons and started to fire on them. Left and right taking them out, someone came up to him with a sword to attack him and the hero rolled out of the way and shot him in the back of the neck.

This kept going until Roman and his minion were left. Then he unloaded his empty clips and reloaded. Then holstered them.

(Cult of Personality end)

"Who are you?" Said Roman.

"Who? Who is but the form following the function of what and what I am is a man in spandex." (1)

"Why are you here?"

"To stop you Roman Torchwick!" The hero said, "your Dust drug empire is over!" Torchwick pulled his cane and made like he was about to attack. When he shoved his minion at the man but the minion became headless. By that time Torchwick was halfway to the door but the man had something for him. He pulled out a strap and flung it out like a whip, it grabbed Torchwick by the ankles.

"OOF!" Then Torchwick was being pulled the man to him.

"Now why did you do that?" He said, "at least fight me like a man! Oh, I forgot, you aren't one." Torchwick got mad and tried to fight him, it wasn't a fight. The hero knocked Roman out with one blow. Then tied him up and left him hanging outside a police station with a note.

To whom it may concern,

This guy is 'The' Roman Torchwick, take care of him for me will ya?

"Whoever this guy is just did us a huge favor." Said one officer to another.

The next morning, Jaune Arc had got up and went to a training ground to practice with his sword and his gear. He was twirling his sword, flipping, dodging, shield bashing, charging and everything that would have him used to his weapons. Then he went to the gym to lift weights, leg crunches, presses, climb a rope with just his hands and do 'Chinese-style' push ups. After he was done, he knew that the others were about to awaken and went to get cleaned up.

Pyrrha Nikos, Jaune's friend, had woke up and was headed to her women's showers. She was in a black tank top and red and gold boxers. She had a serious case of bed head and bleary green eyes. She went past Jaune, who just got out of the shower, with wet hair and a towel around his waist. He was buffed as hell, tall and had steam coming off of his body.

He was humming, "Neon Lights, Nobel Prize. When a mirror speaks, the reflection lies. You don't have to follow me, only you can set me free." He sung softly, Pyrrha looked over and saw Jaune, she suddenly 'woke up'.

"J-Jaune?" She stammered she went to follow him back to the room to see him getting dressed, he was now in a pair of spandex boxer briefs. He started to slip on a black under armor T-shirt, black cargo pants and his shoes. He dried his hair and started to comb it and put some hair gel in it. He grabbed a chain with tags hanging of it, kissed them and put them on. Then he placed his hand over them and closed his eyes to pray. A tear fell from his eye, he wiped it away and headed for the door. He saw Pyrrha as he was about to leave.

"Oh, good morning Pyrrha." He said and headed down to eat. She just looked at him in stunned silence. Nora Valkyrie had found her like that.

"Pyrrha, are you okay?" She said, she had short brown hair and gray eyes , she was dressed in pajamas with hearts and pancakes on them. (I don't even know why, yes that was sarcasm) Pyrrha snapped out of it.

"I'm fine, listen have you see Jaune?" She asked, her hammer wielding friend.

"Jaune?"

"Never mind, come on let's get cleaned up." So they do.

In Oum's Hall, students were up and having breakfast. Jaune had made a plate and sat down to eat. Meanwhile a cute blond had came in and sat down to eat across from him. She was dressed in the school uniform and had lavender eyes. "Morning 'Jay'." She said.

"Morning, 'Blondie'." He said, she chuckled. "Hey I heard about your fight with that bouncer last weekend. Did you really explode?" (He's talking about Yang's 'Death Battle' with Tifa)

"Yep, I don't know how she did it though." She said.

"Well, at least you're alright." He hugged her, "I'd be devastated if you'd died." She hugged him back, they were close friends. Then the rest of RWBY and JNPR showed up and dressed in the school uniform. Ms. Goodwitch had seen Jaune dressed like he was and went over.

"Mr. Arc, why aren't you in your uniform?" She asked.

"Well, it's too small Ms. Goodwitch." He said, the entire table looked at him and notice that he was bigger than he was. "I had talked to Headmaster Ozpin and he said I could wear this, but I have to get fitted for a new uniform."

"See that you do Mr. Arc."

"Thanks for understanding." Pyrrha and Weiss started to give out a full on atomic blush. Nora had a nose bleed, Blake blushed, Ruby was confused, Yang had a knowing look and Rue cocked an eyebrow. Jaune was still eating breakfast. "Um, what's up guys?" He knew what he was doing, he just had to act stupid and clueless.

TBC

Note: 1. From 'V for Vendetta' (sort of)