Roman sighed. This cell was quite boring, and he was beginning to get a bit desperate for some sort of entertainment. Roman had last talked to Penny two days ago, and no one had said a word to him since. Normally this was a preferable situation to Roman, but when your day consists of sitting in a dark box all day, with only the sounds of footsteps every half hour as the guards did their rounds to keep you company, things got a little dull. Sure he got food 3 times a day, but it was bland tasteless stuff that tasted the same way coming in that it probably tasted coming out. Two weeks it had been like this, with Penny's one visit being the only time he had done anything remotely interesting. Roman wished he could have a smoke, but alas, with his hat had also gone his lighter and cigars. So along with this intense boredom, he had to deal with nicotine addiction withdrawal. Neo couldn't come and give him some, he had told her before he got 'arrested' that she was not to visit him, for it would prove too dangerous. He yawned. Maybe he would take a nap. From down the hallway there was the slight clank of the armored guards doing their rounds. Roman shifted on the hard metal bench, closing his eyes and trying to get comfy, when a loud metal knock on the door forced his eyes back open.
"Prisoner, your presence is required in 's office, please put your arms behind your back and turn around so we may handcuff you." instructed the guard in a monotone voice.
"Ouu, so polite here, makes me feel like I'm almost in a castle." Snarked Roman, doing as instructed. It was finally time for his interrogation. This was going to be was roughly handcuffed and led away through the hallways. He started working out a mental map of the area, for he hadn't had time to study the building blueprints yet due to the plan happening a little earlier than expected.
"Nice grip you got there blue, you must be real strong" he flirted with the guard while turning his head and winking, That would set him on edge. He was probably used to quiet, or enraged criminals. A flirty one however, who knew how to deal with that. The blue guard however increased his grip, and increased his pace a little, shoving Roman forward. "Wow even more athletic than I thought, thanks for showing off for me blue" Roman sweetly said as they reached Ironwoods office.
"Roman, I know you have been stuck alone in a box for a while, but my guards aren't that desperate." Stated Ironwood, not looking up from the papers that covered his desk.
"Can't blame for trying, James" Roman said, sitting down on the chair pulled out for him, leaning back and crossing his legs. "It could still work out for me". Roman winked at the guard that had taken place in the corner of the room. The guard looked rather uncomfortable. Roman chuckled. "By the way James, that grey in your hair is hardly noticeable, you still look great."
"Please do not refer to me so informally, Torchwick." Ironwood protested, giving Roman a hard look.
"Lighten up a bit before your hair greys even more, stress causes greys you know" Torchwick retorted.
"Ahem, if we could move on from this pointless bickering, we do have important matters to discuss." Commented a green clad man who was walking back from the coffee machine in Ironwood's office.
"Hey there Ozzy! Sorry, the grey in your hair is pretty noticeable, you must be pretty stressed, I've been told I give great massages if you need one Ozzy." Roman flirted. Ozpin rolled his eyes.
"Please stop these mind games Roman. We will not hesitate to throw you back into that box if you don't play nice." Roman didn't speak again. He did want to see where this was going, and he was bored out of his mind in that box. "Now that we have that out of the way, if you don't mind Ironwood, let's get down to business." Ironwood waved his hand as a show of affirmation.
"Roman, we brought you here because we need your help." Roman arched an eyebrow. They must have really low on resources. "We need you to help us to track down, and take down, a small crime organization that goes by the name of the name of The Blackwater Gang." Roman knew them. They were absolute amateurs.
"I know of them, they got a base down by the docks, badly guarded, awful work really. Hired their men once, they ruined the whole operation, barely got out alive on that one." Roman smirked remembering that job, it was fun watching the faces of the the men as they realized he was leaving them behind. Ozpin smiled and nudged Ironwood with his elbow.
"See, I told you he could be useful!" Ozpin whispered.
"That has yet to be seen" Ironwood replied, folding his hands on his desk. Ironwood showed
Roman a file labeled 'Blackwater Gang'. "We would like you to fill in any gaps we have in this information, and tell us any more things that could help us take this organization down." Ironwood stated, passing the folder off to the guard behind Roman.
"And why would I want to do any of this? Even if I did help, who can tell if anything I put is real?" Roman asked, his signature smirk on his face. Ozpin set some objects on Ironwood's desk. Roman looked down to them, to see his cigars and custom lighter.
"And we may consider giving some more of your accessories back if you continue to help in our endeavors, but only if these little missions of ours go smoothly." Said Ozpin. Roman really wanted a smoke, nicotine withdrawal had been hitting him hard. He also missed his hat and eyeliner. He had been forced to wash in his first shower there because it was starting to wear off, and had made him look mentally ill, not intimidating and fabulous. So not only would he be doing something entertaining, and be getting his precious things he had gone throughout his jail time, he would also be gaining their trust, and get to snoop around their plans. This would work out just fine.
"Okay, I'll bite. So what do you say, I get some cigars now and the rest after they're taken down? The smoke helps me think. And then I want my hat back after you take them down."
"We will have the file, some cigars, and your lighter deposited later to your cell. If things go smoothly, we might consider giving back your hat. I'm glad we came this agreement. Do not disappoint us Torchwick." Ozpin said, taking a sip of his coffee. Torchwick simply gave his signature smirk, and was escorted off by the guard back to his cell. He would be glad to take that group of Wanna-be gangsters down, they deserved it for their years and years of sloppy work. He might actually enjoy this job.