Please be gentle when critising me. I'm new and this is my first try. Please read it if you would like to, now let the story commence.

A teenager no older than 17 walked through the streets of Vale humming under his breath. He had a black cape on that went down to his feet but stayed in the air with the light breeze that floated throughout the city. It had red diamonds all along the bottom and top, the top reaching around his collar so that his entire neck was protected. He had a black fedora on, covering more of his head. It had a red trim and a series of red spades encircled it. He had a black trench coat on, black gloves, and black slacks, making him look like a gentlemen going to some important meeting, that is, if it weren't for the red diamonds that ran along the outer seems, making him seem more like a joker.

On his hips were two daggers, one blood red and one pitch black with no name for either of them. He had also dual pistols hidden in his coat pockets. They, too had no names, but had jokers on the bottom of each clip, and were both red and black with red diamonds all over them. Each were loaded with dust clips, mainly explosive rounds of red dust. The most astounding feature on him was the mask he had on. It was a pure white mask with two black holes where the eyes would be, although nobody could look in he could look out. It had a creepy smile as well, as it was the same smile you would see on the back of a playing card.

Thus, among the local crime syndicates, the local populace, and even in other cities around the world, he was known just simply as the Red Joker.

The Red part wasn't just due to the color of his clothes, he was known for leaving a red playing card at every place he raided or took out, not to mention, once he was done raiding a place, a red dust signal would be shot into the air at the place he had just demolished. This would alert the police so they could find what he had done.

Of course, if any police got there ahead of time, or he ran into any hunter or huntress, he would simply knock them out. He never hurt them nor civilians, so he would knock them out, leave a card for them, and disappear into the night.

Tonight was such a night. He was walking through the street, humming as a police car drove by. As it passed him, he ducked into an alleyway, holding onto his fedora so that the passing breeze didn't blow it away. Still humming the same tune, he climbed up a nearby building, jumping up and off the walls in the alley until he was on the roof. He continued from there on, covering the distance to the bar he was looking for in only a few minuets.

He sat up on top of a building across from Junior's bar, waiting for the man himself to enter, shuffling a deck of cards in his hands to pass the time. He saw him walk in, along with none other than Rowan Torchwick, and two girls he had no idea who the fuck they were.

He gave a small shrug, it didn't matter who was there, he would defeat them, nice and simple, as long as Cinder wasn't there, he could handle it. He jumped down from the roof right in front of a bouncer, grinning wickedly behind his mask as the other man looked at him in surprise. He tried to call out for help, but he was silenced quickly by a good punch to his chest, knocking the wind out of him while at the same time making him unconscious.

He slipped a red joker card into his breast pocket, before opening the door, his cape fluttered around behind him, making the diamonds seem to dance in the darkness behind him. "Why hello there everyone!" He yelled as he entered, causing even the DJ to stop. "The Entertainment has arrived! Now," he took out his deck of cards. "Who wants to play a game with me?"

At this, everyone took out their weapons, except for Roman, who just sat back and smiled, figuring Junior's men could take care of this. Junior himself was pissed off.

This little brat had to come in and interrupt his conversation with Roman about the next Dust robbery. Not to mention today had already been a bad day, a few of his members were locked up, so he had to bail them out, and this was the icing on the cake of misery. "Boys, get him." He said to the goons in the building, causing those with swords and clubs to rush him.

He just laughed, throwing back his head. "This game is going to be fun!" he yelled, taking out a hand of joker playing cards, flashing them out so that the faces were all showing before throwing them at his assaulters. Each one stuck one of the men coming towards him, but there was an extra card attached to all of them. When the cards of five of the men blew up, as they were infused with red, fire dust, they sent the other cards flying, which landed at the feet of the other 5 rushing him. He snapped his finger with a gleeful giggle, and fire shot up from each card, knocking them all out. Now there were only 2 left with assault rifles. They started firing at him, but he just simply swerved to the left and right, dodging every single shot. He just calmly kept on walking, dodging them, laughing crazily behind his mask. They couldn't land a single shot on him, and their guns started to shake in fear.

When he was about 10 feet away from them, he rushed them, slamming the butt of each knife into each of their guts, knocking them out right away before letting their bodies fall to the floor. He saw the DJ grab a gun and start firing, and dodged most of the bullets, but a few skimmed his arm. He became wild eyed and started laughing even more.

"Yes! This is the best game I've had in a while!" he hopped up and slid under the DJ's legs, punching him in the crotch as he did so. The DJ bent down, groaning in pain before a fist connected with his skull, sending him flying across the room, knocked out.

Roman looked surprised at the kid, realizing who it was. "My, my, is this the Red Joker? Ember's looking for you, she would like to… talk to you about your post getting reinstated, but, she said if you don't want to, we can… get rid of you." He said, smiling as he reached the back door he had been stealthily moving towards since the fight broke out.

"Anyway, I have to run, business is business after all." Roman said before opening the door, calling out behind him. "Junior, I hope you and your girls can take care of him."

He ran out the door, shoving a pipe into the door so he couldn't be followed. "Not like you stand a chance against him though," he muttered as he ran away. Inside, the Joker turned around to see two girls standing in the middle of the dance floor.

"Melanie who is this boy?" The one in red asked to whomever was Melanie, apparently the girl in white was.

"I don't know Miltia," she said to the one wearing red. "but we should teach him a lesson. The Joker hopped back down, grinning. He raised a black gloved hand, taunting them forward.

"Teach me, teach me the new rules to this game," he said with a gleeful giggle.

The girl in red with the long claws rushed him first, swinging at him with the intent to kill. He popped his knives out again, parrying every single hit with them, gleefully giggling like a child.

"Are those the new rules? I've already mastered this game!" He intertwined his blades into her claws, spreading her arms so she couldn't move before head butting her with enough force to knock her out. He let her fall to the floor, straightening his fedora.

"Now, where were we? Ah yes, you were going to teach me your game as well?" Melanie rushed at him, dancing with her feet as she tried to hit him with her boots, the blades on the end gleaming under the dance lights.

"So your game is played like this, how boring." He said, letting out a yawn. That only pissed her off, making her try even harder.

"This is boring, maybe someone else will be more fun." As she sped up, she gave him more openings until he couldn't stand it anymore. He jabbed her in the stomach, making her gasp for breath. He brought his face close to her's and made her look into his eyes, her eyes filled with fear, believing that he was some sort of monster.

"Goodnight, no more playing." He said before knocking her out with a simple hit to the head. He looked around to see a light focused on Junior as he walked to the dance floor.

"You're going to pay for this kid." He said in a menacing tone, only making the Joker laugh at his bravado. Junior pulled the trigger on his bat-zooka, only to have every single rocket shot out of the air. While he was bent over laughing, he had stored his knifes and pulled out his pistols, and was able to accurately hit every single rocket. While the dust from the explosions was clearing, Junior rushed him with his bat-zooka in bat form, which he wasn't expecting, he was able to land a solid hit on his face, knocking the mask and fedora off in one blow, even though they landed near each other. Junior laughed at the Joker who now just stood stock still, his eyes wide open as he faced away. He slowly walked over to his mask, picking it up as he turned around, giving Junior a good look at his face, hair and other tributes. The first thing was that he had a pair of bright orange fox ears, nestled between straight jet black hair. The next was that his eyes were a bright orange as well, although they looked more like those that a fox would have. Otherwise he had very handsome features.

"Junior," he said in a low whisper. "You shouldn't have done that. You broke the rules, and now you will pay." He said in a soft, dangerous voice, but Junior wasn't intimidated so easily.

"Come at me then." He said, grinning cockily.

The Red Joker set his hat and mask down again, turning around with a crazed look. "I'LL KILL YOU!" he screamed, rushing at him with astonishing speed, making Junior take a double take as he could barely parry the knives the Joker was using against him. The Joker kept on hitting him, causing minor scratches all over his body while keeping a crazed look in his eyes. Soon even Junior was freaked out by the kid and how crazy he was, until his bat-zooka was cut in half, then he panicked. The Joker stabbed him through his pants into his legs, making him scream in pain. He spat on him, before going outside. He swapped one of the explosive rounds for a flare round and fired it into the sky, putting the mask and fedora back on.

He walked back inside and slipped a red joker card into every crook's pocket, and just laid one on Miltia's and Melanie's chest, still decent enough not to put one into their bras. He took his knives back out of Junior's legs as he left, before turning back to knock out the screaming son of a bitch, he was annoyed with having the listen to the wining baby.

He slipped three cards into his pockets, a warning that he was someone important, as well as someone he had wanted to kill. He walked outside to see a woman standing there with golden hair, a nice body, and closes that revealed much of it. She also looked to have shotgun gauntlets on which were a pretty good weapon.

"Hey, did you just raid this place?" she asked, pouting slightly. "Awww, I had wanted to, I wanted to ask some questions too."

He gave a polite bow, sweeping his arm out so that a rose came out. "My apologies, please, accept them. Now, I must be on my way." He then leaped up and ran across the rooftops, leaving a bewildered Yang there.

"I never even had a chance to ask his name….wait… that mask…he couldn't have been," she took a quick peak inside to see a bunch of unconscious men and a bunch of red joker cards sticking out of their pockets. "That was really the Red Joker?!" she screamed. "That was him?!"

A few houses away, he removed his mask again and smiled. When Junior would wake up, there would be no memory of seeing his face or anything else, only the memory of his ass being kicked. He had force fed a liquid to him that would cause him to loose all memories of the last 5 minuets before unconsciousness. He smiled at the thought, relaxing as he leaned back. His real name was Justin Reef, and he had a bit of an interesting history, but that is a story for another time. Justin sat on the largest building in Vale, overlooking the city, with a small, sad smile. In his hand he held a picture of some girl with orange fox ears, similar to his but had jade green eyes. He curled up on top of the building, still crying softly as the sun rose and broke through the clouds, illuminating him on the rooftop.

"Shit it's already daytime, I need to get back before someone looks for me." he said to himself, running across the rooftops before going through the window into his apartment.

He changed into his school clothes, a pair of black jeans and a black shirt with a red card on the back of it. While changing, he didn't notice the letter of invitation from Beacon on his table which would be thrown away before he got back, too busy grabbing getting dressed. He slid his pistols into his pockets and hung his daggers on his sheaths before walking out, breathing in a nice large breath of the cool crisp autumn air.

"Now, where should I go eat." He said softly, pondering as he walked to Signal.

The Joker has been introduced.

A girl no older than 17 stuck to the shadows, covered head to toe in black, watching the warehouse, the air, and the road in front of it. She had been hearing rumors that another dust shipment was going to be stolen at the warehouse she was sitting outside of, and what did she see besides several transport trucks drive up to the warehouse, members of the White Fang exiting them to, most likely, steal the Dust belonging to the Schnee company inside the warehouse.

There were tons of containers though, but, she had been hired to protect them and that was exactly what she would do. She saw them set up a standard perimeter, something they always did. Of course, that meant once you found one way to exploit it, you could always exploit it.

She walked quietly in the show up behind one of the White Fang members, staying in the shadows. She grasped him by the mouth, silencing him as he let out a muffled cry for help, before releasing a gas from her glove that knocked him out right away. She lifted him up and moved him into a dark corner, wrapping duct tape around his mouth in case he woke up.

She did this again and again to all the guards on one side before someone finally noticed there weren't any guards there. One White Fang member began to look around, searching all the dark corners until he found one of his team mates passed out with duct tape over his mouth.

He called out and everyone took out their weapons, now on high alert. This didn't escape the girl, who cursed silently under her breath. She pulled a Wakizashi (Japanese Short sword) out from her side where she had her sheath. It didn't make a signal sound as she slid it out, approaching one of the outer guards.

Her semblance allowed her to use something similar to a camouflage, but in reality it cause light to bend around her aura which she sued as a shield around her body. That was why she had black on, because it pitch darkness it wouldn't work. But as long as there was even just a sliver of moonlight, she could use it.

She snuck up behind one of them, knocking him out with the same gaseous mixture she had used before letting him drop to the ground.

"Guys! Hurry up! The sooner we leave, the sooner we don't have to worry about whatever or whoever is here!" The white Fang member who said that stood atop a pile of crates. Instead of the normal sword or gun with a pistol that most of them had, he had two pistols and a tommygun , suited for middle to close range combat, but not close quarters.

She gave him a quick scan before grinning. 'If they can't move, they can't run now can they?' she thought to herself. She ran up to one of the trucks, using her semblance so she wasn't seen before slashing the front tires. A hissing sound erupted as she did that to all of the front tires on every truck before running into the shadows, giggling slightly as she watched a White Fang member report the damage and get thrown across the room.

"WHAT!? Fix those tires now damnit!" their boss screamed. Since there were 5 trucks that needed to be filled and 10 tires were slashed, 10 members went over, setting their weapons down to fix the tires. The others could only stack the dust near each truck, not able to put anymore inside until the tires were fixed.

While this all occurred, the female in black had left the scene, but could still see what was going on. She climbed a nearby hill, taking out her collapsible sniper rifle from her holder she made for it on her back. She replaced all of her fire dust shots with blue, electric dust ones, ones that would knock someone unconscious, but not kill them. She had a strict no killing policy when it came to jobs, it was the law's decision as to what would happen to them, not hers.

She took aim and started to fire, knocking down 10 of the 25 that were left after she took out the 5 earlier. That meant there were 15 left, including their boss. The rest of them looked around confused, having no idea where the shots were coming from or why their people were falling down. One of the idiots reached over and tapped a recently shot one on the shoulder, shocking himself and getting knocked out in the process. That meant there were 14 left, and that someone was using blue, electric dust on them.

They all entered the warehouse, keeping a careful eye out for anyone coming at them, watching any of the windows around them as well as the front entrance. They figured out by then their attacker had a long ranged weapon, as they never saw her, but they didn't know of the dual revolvers she carried, filled with an explosive red dust she bought from a dealer downtown. She snuck up and stood behind one of the trucks, her revolvers primed. She peaked around the corner before firing a few shots off, taking out seven of them with her explosive rounds, the explosion catching most of them.

Their boss was infuriated. Somebody, one person, was messing up such a simple job. He would probably get demoted from a squad captain to a simple henchman again. He couldn't have that happen, he was working on getting there for 10 years.

He and the six other henchmen rushed her position as she reloaded, three of them with swords and three with assault rifles, and their boss in the middle with his tommygun out.

She started to hum a song, "Ain't no rest for the wicked" By Cage The Elephant. "There ain't no rest for the wicked," she turned and shot in front of one goon, sending him flying back, knocked out.

"Money don't grow on trees," she punched a goon twice in the chest with the butt of her pistols.

"I've got bills to pay," she shot behind her, knocking another goon into one of the trucks.

"I've got mouths to feed, and ain't nothing in this world for free." She dodged a swing from the last goon with a sword, flipping backwards multiple times, grinning.

"Oh no I can't slow down." She began to rush him, dodging to the left and right with a cocky smile before giving him a strong uppercut to knock him.

"I can't hold back, though you know, I wish I could. Oh no there ain't no rest for the wicked," she rushed the last two with assault rifles, hoping over them before firing off two shots at the feet, blowing them away.

"Until we close out eyes for good." She turned around, placing her hands on her hips and grinning up at the enraged face of a white fang member in front of her.

"You….YOU BASTARD!" He screamed in rage at her, only making her grin more widely. "Do you realize what you've done, the White Fang is now your enemy, so have fun running from us." This only made her laugh even more loudly.

"What do you think I'm joking?!" he screamed at her.

She calmed herself down after a few moments. "No, it's just, you're all the same." She wiped a tear of joy from her eyes. "Now, come at me." she said with a playful taunt, beckoning him forward with her hand.

He fell for the taunt, pulling out his tommygun and spraying bullets at her. It was loaded with dust enhanced bullets, ones that flew faster and more straight than a normal bullet. The negative effect was that a small, golden sparkle could be seen behind each and every shot, making these rounds very poor for covert missions. She simply dodged and ran behind a truck, causing him to stop shooting at her to avoid damage to the truck.

"What? Scared now are we?" He asked, taunting her and hoping to bait her out. What he didn't know was that she had run around the other trucks, moving without making a sound and was currently sneaking up on him. She got up to 3 feet away before he turned around and saw her.

"What the fu-?" he got out, raising his gun to protect himself before she cut his gun in half. She then stored the Wakizashi in her sheath, switching to hand to hand combat. She then proceeded to beat the living crap out of him, not even trying to be gentle. She kept on hitting him and hitting him in the ribs and chest with the palm of her hands, cracking a few ribs in the process. After a few minuets of this, she finished him off with one shard punch to the gut, sending him flying back. She walked over to him to make sure he was knocked out, before backing up and taking out her phone, calling the Schnee Dust Company Headquarters.

"Yup, job's done. I got the people who were robbing you, now, about my payment…"

(Later that night)

She walked home with a suitcase filled with money, selling those trucks, plus the payment, plus the bounty for the boss of those White Fang made this night into a very profitable one for her. She climbed the steps to her apartment, opening it with the only key available for it that she had. She walked in, grinning at the sight of her homely apartment. She opened up a safe in one corner of the room, hidden behind a potted plant and placed the money in there, smiling to herself. She stretched and sniffed her armpit, making a disgusted sound. She was covered in sweat and needed to change. She stripped down and took a nice hot shower, when she got out and looked down the hallway, a towel wrapped around her, she went to bed, crawling in still naked, letting the towel fall to the floor. She saw a letter on her table once she woke up and was eating breakfast. On it was an invitation to Jessica Abati to attend Beacon, which made her jaw drop.

"Hell yeah!" she said, grinning as she sent it back in the mail, filling out any details needed. The ship was to leave in two days, so she had to finish any jobs she had taken and pack, otherwise, she was good/

Introducing the Assassin.

I lied, no story in this or the next chapter, just background bios. Just remember, "sometimes the most real things are the things you can't see." That's going to be my thing, leave a quote at the end of each post, and I want someone to guess where's it's from. Could be a movie, anime, manga, show, anything.