A light breeze pushes a crumpled newspaper page into the flickering spotlight of the only working lamppost in sight. For a second, the wind and the light conspire to make a small article on a corner of the page visible. The title reads "New Vigilante Sighting".

The sound of a roaring engine fills the cold winter night, and a car makes a sharp turn into the street. An arm reaches out of one of its windows to place a small police siren on the roof of the vehicle.

As the car speeds past the lamp post, the newspaper is carried behind it, back into the dark night of Vale City.

A tall redhead woman drives in a state of complete focus, ignoring her partner, who's yawning loudly as she turns down the volume of the police scanner so she can listen to the radio.

"...yet another terrifying tale that shows the sad state of our city." comes a voice from the radio, high pitched and a bit too cheerful "and in some lighter news, Vale City's princess is back in town!"

"What?" The blonde partner says, and something in her voice, a barely hidden anger, manages to reach the driver, who starts listening.

"You heard that right folks, Weiss Schnee has returned home after seven long years of world travelling."

"What?!" The blonde says, no longer trying to conceal her anger.

"The young woman, now twenty four years old, left at the age of seventeen, seven years after the tragic death of her parents. Here's what she had to say:"

A new voice, quiet and melodic, starts talking.

"Vale has always been my home. The painful memories drew me away, but I always intended to come back. I left because I needed to heal, but the city needs healing too. I'm here to help with that. Besides...They say no one parties like Vale, and I'd like to test that theory!"

"What." The blonde says flatly as she turns off the radio. A second later, she pulls out a flask from inside her trenchcoat and starts drinking..

"Yang. What the hell is wrong with you?" The driver says, taking the flask.

"With me? With me?! What the hell is wrong with this city, is what you ought to ask! Everything's going to hell and what do they talk about? 'The princess of Vale City'! Ha!"

"Yang. We're almost at the scene, focus."

"You know, she's like, really short."

"Who?"

"Schnee!"

"We don't have time for this Yang" The driver says as she makes one last turn and stops the car. "Let's go!"

Yang stumbles out of the car, takes out a second flask and starts drinking. She hears the sound of her partner's footsteps behind her and hurries to hide the flask in her trenchcoat.

"Oh, for the love of…" Her partner says, her gun already out. "What is wrong with you? Hurry up!"

"Calm down, Pyrrha. Where's the fire?"

The redhead looks across the street at the scene. Then at Yang. Then back at the scene.

"Oh." Yang says quietly behind her.

"Only you. Only you can miss a meth lab burning to ashes in front of you." Pyrrha says angrily as she crosses the street. "Worst. Cop. Ever."

"Ok Yang, calm down, you've been in deeper shit than this" Yang says to herself as everything burns around her. "Granted, you were in better shape. And sober. But still, you can do this."

A huge wooden beam collapses right next to her.

"Of course, you could have stayed outside like a sane person, but noooo, 'my partner is in there', you said, 'partners don't let partners burn themselves to death' you said. Idiot."

"What the hell is wrong with you?" A voice says behind her. She turns around to see a scrawny man in ragged clothing pointing a gun at her.

"Hey, at least I wasn't stupid enough to let my meth lab burn to the ground."

"Wasn't me" says the man, his hands shaking. "It was that new boss. We wouldn't pay, so she blew it all up."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Listen, I don't have time for this. Have you seen my partner? Hot redhead, runs towards danger, big damn hero and all that? Last I checked she was rushing in here to save your sorry ass."

"I can't go to jail" The man says, not listening to her. "Won't last a second there. That's what they say, you cross her, you don't get to hide behind bars." The man starts coughing badly, and a stray shot flies past Yang's shoulder.

"Oy!" She says as she pulls out her gun. "Put that thing down!"

The smoke gets thicker. The man looks at her with bloodshot eyes.

"Can't go to jail." He says.

There's a loud metallic noise as something hits his gun and he drops it. A dark silhouette lunges forward from the flames and tackles him.

"Your partner's safe" The figure says in a whisper. Yang looks at her. Wearing a black ski mask, completely dressed in black, small, and clearly female. It can only be one person.

"You're her." Yang says, and gets no reply. "That vigilante chick that's been showing up on the news. I didn't think you were real."

"Well, I am" The vigilante says as she lifts the unconscious man, bigger than her, and starts carrying him. "Now get out of here, idiot."

"Hey!" Yang starts, but a loud sound behinds her interrupts her. "Oh. Right." She says, looking at the new burning hole in the floor. "Getting out of here." she says as she turns around. But there's no one there.

There are only a few minutes left before sunrise, but the cover of clouds keeps the sky dark as snow gathers on the grounds around Schnee Manor. The vigilante stumbles on the empty halls, her hand clutched to a light knife wound, a lucky hit from a criminal now tied up to a lamppost, waiting to be picked up by the police.

With slow steps, the vigilante finds her way to a study and lets herself fall on an armchair.

"Another long night, mother." She says as she removes her mask, revealing a beautiful yet scarred face "I don't think this is working."

There is no reply, only the silent look from the small stone bust with the name 'Martha Schnee' engraved beneath it.

"I thought...I don't know what I thought. That word would get around and things would change. Criminals would be scared, and people would feel safe. But nothing changes. Most still laugh when they first see me."

Silence.

"I saw Yang today. I think she was drunk. She didn't recognize me. It was…"

Silence.

"Fourteen years. Fourteen years preparing myself for this. But...something's missing. I just don't know what."

Suddenly, a strong wind forces the window open, carrying with it countless snowflakes. Some of them begin to pile against the side of the small bust. Blue eyes turn to the window and meet the raging storm outside. Then they find their way back to the snow covered bust. A small smile makes its way to the scarred face.

"Yes, mother…I shall become a storm."

A.N: Well...that was a thing. I'm so sorry, specially about that last line. But I regret nothing. The idea came to me last night and, after going through lots of variants, I decided to go with the first one (if you don't count the good cop Weiss/ bad cop Yang I was planning when BatWeiss came to mind)

I see this as an AU set in a world behind ours in technology, maybe during the eighties or so, but perhaps with some sci-fi-ish elements, to make it more 'comic book'.

I already know which roles a few other characters are going to play. You'll never guess who Blake is!

I'm already starting to regret the present tense, but that first scene with the newspaper wrote itself and I had to wing it from there.

I feel kinda guilty about writing this when peploe are being so nice about my other fics and asking me to update, but I couldn't help myself. On the other hand, now I have a fic for each of my favorite ships! (Best Girl Weiss + another RWBY member)

Oh, and I expect I'll upload a Change the World chapter this weekend. It's almost done, honest.

EDIT: Fixed the weird thing that made this illegible.