This was not his day.
Roman thought as he felt the wind rushing around him.
Those damn kids just keep ruining his plans, and he wasn't even committing a crime this time!
Roman sighed, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked at the flying Bullhead above gradually shrinking away.
Damn that Red. Bumping into him when the public transport vehicle's hatch was open. Who the hell even choreographs falling out of the sky as a promo for Beacon Academy?
Crazy Headmasters. That's who.
Roman's hair whipped about wildly as he fell. He had lost his bowler hat immediately after falling out. The accessory having gotten toasted up in the Bullhead's rear engines.
He really liked that hat.
Luckily enough, his grip on his cane never faltered. He would have hated having to lose his weapon too.
The Bullhead was only a speck now, reminding Torchwick that he should be panicking. Then, as if some deity somewhere read his thoughts, a strong gust of wind hit him suddenly and caused his body to turn. Reflexively he went spread-eagle.
Now that his back was towards the sky, he wished he could turn back around. Roman could see the structures of downtown Vale quickly growing larger with every passing second.
"Oh great! This is just fantastic!" Roman shouted angrily at the winds. "I don't suppose I'll land on something soft!" He cursed vainly at the air.
And now I'm talking to myself. Great.
Roman was able to make out the busy people of Vale moving about the streets below, and soon enough he was at level with some of the taller buildings.
Well it was a good run while it lasted.
Roman closed his eyes, waiting for the impact.
Hopefully his Aura would be strong enough to protect him from breaking anything.
Junior whistled as he strolled out of his night club. Business was going well, despite the funds he had lost due to reconstruction when Blondie busted up his bar.
It was a great day to get some fresh air. The sky was clear of any storms, the sun shining warmly on him. Junior felt pretty good.
"Ah! Nothing could go wrong today." He said to himself.
The sounds of shocked gasps and mumbled distress told him otherwise.
Looking around him, Junior could see citizens looking up at the sky, some of them pointing at the air.
"What's got everyone so worked up?" He said curiously.
Following their gazes, Junior looked above himself to briefly see a figure right above him. Given there was not much time to react he braced his Aura as it collided with him, making him lose his breath and land flat on his back against the sidewalk.
As Junior eventually regained his senses he recognized the weight on him, and the sound of a brief groan, to be a person. Not long after the crash the person on top of him spoke.
"Well, well. If it isn't my favorite person." Said a familiar sing-song voice.
Junior groaned tiredly as he looked up at one of his least favorite people.
"Candlehead, what are you doing falling from the sky?" He grunted, unable to move with Roman now sitting on him.
"It's Torchwick you fool!" Roman corrected hastily. "Oh, I just thought I'd drop by and see what you were up to." He said calmly afterwards.
"That's great and all, but do you think you could get off of me now?"
Roman chuckled as he used his cane to help himself up, proceeding to dust off his clothes. Junior sat up, head beginning to ache slightly. Looking up at Roman he squinted past the sunlight and noticed something seemed off about the notorious criminal.
"Where's your hat?"