Six months of running from one grimy bolthole to the next, but now the hunt had subsided and he could finally start living. Of all this aspects of civilisation he would miss when it was gone, this was probably the biggest one. Torchwick brushed a speck of imaginary lint from the sleeve of his immaculate new suit. He'd had to go out alone of course; once, on a supply run, Emerald had used her semblance to trick him into taking a ghastly paisley suit; Neo had found the whole thing so funny he suspected she would leap at the chance to repeat it. From that moment he resolved never to go clothes shopping with an illusionist. Common sense, really.
Stepping out into the alley, he closed his eyes to feel the sun on his face. A gentle breeze wafted past carrying the scent of roses.
"Surprise!" the girlish voice shattered his peace like fingernails dragging down the chalkboard of his soul. Opening his eyes he was greeted by the appalling sight of Ruby Rose leaning nonchalantly on her scythe, blocking the rear end alley. He turned quickly to check the other escape.
"Fancy meeting you here" Weiss flicked her rapier experimentally.
Roman tested the door handle behind him. He wasn't surprised to find it unresponsive, it was shaping up to be that kind of day. But there was still a chance... suddenly his weapon was ripped violently from his grasp. He watched helplessly as it shot to the mouth of the alley and came to rest at the feet of a third familiar tormentor.
"Mr Torchwick" Glynda nodded at the now despondent rogue.
"How did you find me?" At least it must have been an epic chase. As he raised his hands he caught sight of a final bit of evidence that his life had become one big cosmic joke. On the opposite side of the street was a cafe table, complete with still steaming cups, by chance positioned with a clear view down the alley. Foiled by another stupid coincidence.
A/N: That covers Torchwick being alive and in prison. I think this is all I have for the moment