Chapter 1
You don't kill as many people as I've killed and still sleep like a kitten if you feel shit like love. ~ Deadshot/Suicide Squad
This story starts on a cold snowy night with a seven-year-old Ruby Rose, who was running away from her home on Patch. The reason on why she was running away was because of her so called family. They seemed to treat her different for how she looked. It's not that she didn't look ugly or anything, it's just that she was a constant reminder of who she looked like.
She resembles her dead mother, Summer Rose.
Ruby's mother was a huntress who never came back. Poor little Ruby was only four when she heard the news that her mother was never coming back. Though it seems Summer's death took a bigger toll on her father, Taiyang Xiao Long. It was only two months after his wife's death that he hurt Ruby. It started with slaps on her face and behind, then escalated with punches and kicks. Even her sister, Yang, started to join in for some unknown reason. The only one who didn't seem to hurt Ruby was her Uncle Qrow who seemed hell-bent on keeping her safe, but was never really around for her.
It only seemed to have gotten worse when Ruby got her semblance at the age of five. It was a speed related one, the same one her mother had. When Taiyang saw this, he almost went berserk and tried to kill Ruby. Luckily Yang refrained him from killing Ruby. Though it didn't mean that they still didn't hurt Ruby. In fact, it only gotten worst. Some times Taiyang would lock Ruby in the basement for the weekends with no food or water. Other times Yang would use her as a punching bag for practices, stress relief, or just for fun. Ruby tried to find a reason to stay, but couldn't find one. To Ruby, it felt like the world was against her and what she stood for.
We cut back to Ruby, who trudged her little feet in the thick snow as she ran. Before she ran away from the house, she grabbed her hooded cloak Qrow gave her. It was red cloak that went past down her legs and stretched like a cape. It seemed to slow her down, but it protected her from the cold. She couldn't tell were she was going, nor see a figure walking towards her until it was to late. Ruby felt her body shift violently as she fell on her back in the snow. Ruby's head was spinning as she tried to get back up. When her vision cleared, she found a person standing there.
The person was a tall male with shaggy orange hair and green eyes. His face was simple, if it wasn't for some bruises on his cheeks and black eye. He also seemed to have a line of blood trailing from his mouth. He wore a black trench coat that seemed to have be in the trash and a blue scarf that seemed to be faded and falling apart. His pants and dress shirt seemed to be the only article of clothing intact. He was staring at Ruby with a curious and concerned look in his eyes.
"Hey, are you alright," asked the stranger.
Ruby was conflicted as she didn't know what to do. She was taught by Qrow that you should never talk to strangers who seemed suspicious. And this man was practically wearing it. The stranger seemed to have noticed Ruby's discomfort and kneeled to her level.
"Listen. I'm not going to hurt you, okay," he said with a calm voice. "Could you tell me what's wrong?"
Ruby tried to find any secret motives in his face, but found none. She decided to then tell the strange man what was wrong.
"I'm running away," Ruby said in a low voice.
"Why," he asked.
"I'm running away because I couldn't take the abuse anymore," Ruby yelled. "I couldn't take the beating, the hateful words, the punishments, nor the constant reminders I'm like my mother!"
Ruby couldn't help herself and started to cry as she curled up in a ball. She let all of her emotions pour out at once in that rant. She poured her anger, sadness, and grief in that yell. She was still crying when she was suddenly picked up in strong arms. She stopped to find that the stranger had picked her up. It felt, different for Ruby. She didn't feel any malice or secret intention of pain. She felt something she thought she wouldn't feel again, a warm loving hug. Ruby stared at the man with wide teary eyes as he smiled sadly at her.
"I know how it feels," he said. "I know how it feels to be betrayed by the ones you thought you call family. I know what it feels to be alone. But you don't have to go through what I had to go through. I'll give you what you always wanted, a family."
Ruby couldn't help herself as she cried again. Only instead of sadness, it was tears of joy. She hugged the stranger's neck as she cried with a smile on her face. The stranger seemed shocked, but welcomed the hug with a reassuring squeeze. He carried Ruby as they walked to an alleyway for shelter. As the reached the alleyway, he stopped and looked at Ruby. He then took off his scarf and wrapped it around Ruby. Ruby looked at him with a questioning glance.
"Well, we don't want you to get a cold now do you Red," he asked. "Say, I never got your name. Could you tell me what's your is, please?"
"My name is Ruby Rose," she said. "What's yours?"
"My name is Roman Torchwick," he said.
Eight Years Later
Vale is a beautiful city in Remnant. It is one of the home to Beacon Academy, where it holds fine potential of students who are learning to become huntsmen. Though the city itself had problems. It was a cesspool of crime and criminals capitalized on it. But only one was the King Pin of them and that villain was named Roman Torchwick.
He first started as a hitman for local mafias and quickly capitalized his position in the crime underworld. He got his fame when he did a big heist and stole over ten million liens worth of crystals. Since then, he stole more and quickly created his spot in the underworld. He would steal lien, dust, crystals, weapons, even the latest fashion to satisfy his needs. Other villains had tried to off him, but never could seem to succeed. They always seemed to be assassinated in there hideouts or in there apartments. The only clue was a rose on their corpse.
Every villain and huntsmen knew that a rose was a calling card for the notorious assassin, Deadshot. Nobody really knew anything about this mysterious assassin except for one thing, Deadshot never misses. Deadshot has taken down many people ranging from politicians to high ranking huntsmen and with ways that defied logic. Sometimes Deadshot's bullets would either ricochet, shock, turn in mid air, or explode when it was shot from the master assassin. The only way to contact Deadshot was through Roman. He somehow knew the assassin and did all the deals with criminals who wanted there personal thorns taken care of.
Right now we see Roman at the docks. He was wearing a black derby with a red band and feather sticking out. His hair seemed to have grown and covered his right eye and wore eyeliner. He wore a white tail coat jacket with red trimming on the inside and a light gray ascot around his neck. His hands were covered with black gloves as he held his cane, Melodic Crudgel. He was waiting for his boss, Cinder Fall, to show up. She wanted to see Deadshot in person after hearing stories that he was connected to the assassin. Roman was fidgeting as he was worried as what were to happen if the meeting would go down south. He looked at his scroll as he waited for Deadshot to call.
"Please don't do this to me right now," Roman muttered under his breath. "She's unpredictable."
"Who's unpredictable Roman," a woman's voice rang out.
Roman turned to see a raven haired vixen that wore a tight red dress that fit her curves nicely. This was Cinder Fall and was accompanied by her 'lap dogs' as Roman dubbed them. One was a dark skinned female with light green hair and red eyes. The other was a pale male with grayish silver hair and mechanical legs. Roman remembered the girl to be Emerald and the boy to be Mercury. They stood behind Cinder to make it look menacing, but Roman only saw it annoying. Cinder stared at Roman with a fiery gaze that made him shiver inward.
"Ah! Cinder, delighted to see you again," said Roman as he did a stage bow. "I was talking about a friend of mine."
"Does it involve the assassin you 'claim' to know," snarked Emerald.
"Yeah. I would 'sure' love to see Deadshot," snarked Mercury.
Roman glared at the two stooges. He knew that they didn't like them and he knew the he as hell didn't like them as well. They believed that he was just making up stories that he knew the infamous assassin. They would be in for a surprise as he would be smirking the entire time. He was about to retort to the arrogant assholes, but Cinder beat him to it.
"Behave," she said as they both stiffen at the hardness in her voice. "Now Roman, where is Deadshot? I'm getting slightly impatient."
Roman knew if he didn't answer soon, he would be a dead man walking. Roman wished for a miracle to happen as he tried to find an excuse for the late arrival of Deadshot. But before he could say anything, a wolf whistle cut through the air as it defused the tension.
"Damn Roman! You said she was beautiful, but you forgot to mention she was smoking hot," shouted a girl's voice. "The dark skinned one isn't half bad either."
Everyone turned there heads to the source and found a feminine figure standing on a cargo crate. The figure in question was wearing a black body armored vest with a utility belt that had dust bullets strapped around the waist. She also wore black combat military pants and boots. The figure had two reddish-black gauntlets that looked like it had gun barrels built in it. She seemed to have a red cape-like hood that reached past down her midback. She wore a dark gray helmet with a rose painted on the forehead.
Cinder and her lackeys seemed to be in a state of shock, while Roman smirked as he looked towards the figure.
"Nice timing," he said as he grinned. "Deadshot."
AN: Boom! I did it! I finally made this story happen! Sorry for the longwait as there was a roadblock on how I was going to open up to this story. Now, there will be some girl on girl action and maybe a lemon or two if I feel like it. Now post your comments and suggestion and don't forget to like and fav this story. See ya next time.
