A/N: Heya y'all. I said this would be on time but I lied. Sorry. However, I had a lot of fun writing this, like I did the last one. I still think that one was better but this one definitely has its moments. I love Yang as a snarky shit. And you better too because the next two have her as a main character. Rolled her for all three of the last fics for the week. Crazy, huh? Shout outs to Angie for being my biggest Yang inspiration. C&C as always.

RWBY and its characters are owned by Monty Oum and RoosterTeeth. I also don't own Batman. Sorry.


The cool air brought a sense of relief to Yang, as she continued to drive through Vale on Bumblebee. There was no breeze through her hair as she valued her safety but her skin still felt it. The goosebumps rose up and it made Yang wish that she had really had the foresight to bring a jacket. But she was not in the best of moods and she rarely thought things through in this state.

She and Blake had a huge argument. Blake had disappeared again recently and when she came back, Yang couldn't quell her feelings. She was angry and sad and unsure and worried and… She was a mess above all else. She lashed out and Blake had returned in kind. And what did she do? She did the same thing she was angry at Blake for doing.

Yang cursed at herself under her breath. She knew she had two big faults: she got angry too easily and never paid close enough attention to her surroundings. As she came to this conclusion, she suddenly noticed a man standing in front of her. Shit. As she braced for the collision, she thanked whatever gods may or may not be out there that she remembered her helmet.

When the crash came, it was nowhere near as catastrophic as she had been afraid of. The back tire lifted off the ground for a second and Yang gripped the handles for dear life. But the second past and the back wheel landed heavily on the road, with the blonde motorcyclist still straddled atop her ride. She was someone without any real injury except for a minor case of whiplash, which her Aura quickly solved for her. Bumblebee, however…

"No way!" The man had not moved out of the way like she had hoped. Instead, he had lifted a leg and was now in the process of removing it from the caved-in front of Yang's beloved bike. It might not even be in good enough shape to take her back home. Her groaning increased in volume while the man brushed himself off as she took off her helmet and goggles to assess the damage.

"Watch where you're going, next time," he said, his voice deep and menacing. Or at least, that was the intention.

"Pardon?" Yang couldn't make heads or tails of what this strange masked man was saying. "Are you gargling marbles or something?"

"Do not mock me, young lady."

"I'll take that as a yes, Marble Mouth."

The man paused as he took a closer look at the motorcyclist. He remembered what Intel had said about Blake's "partner" and it all began to fit into place. Long blonde hair. Bright lilac eyes. A fondness for insulting and picking fights. This was her. But he wanted to be sure.

"Are you Yang Xiao Long?" he asked, as he softened his voice just slightly.

"Speaking Common now; about time!" She looked at him in his rather ridiculous almost dress-like outfit. "Yeah, what's it to ya? Or do you want to exchange information for insuran—"

Yang didn't manage to finish the sentence as she just barely rolled out of the way as the man leaped at her with his crimson blade flashing. "Whoa, dude! Look, I'm sorry about the Marble Mouth line but –" Another narrowly dodged slice. "—I couldn't understand a freaking word! Plus, I'm kinda –" Again, the sword cut nothing but the air itself. "—Going through a rough patch myself. So if you could just –" Yang swore she heard something get sliced but had maneuvered out of the way. "—Calm down for like, five seconds and…"

That's when Yang noticed what had been cut by the blade, maybe a second or two ago. A solitary golden lock floated down in front of her formerly lilac eyes. "WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?!" she roared, flinging herself at the swordsman, Ember Celica engaged and firing.

But the strange man was no slouch, parrying blow after blow, barely moving from his spot as Yang weaved and rained down punches almost as fast as the eye could see. Struggle as she may, she couldn't find an opening in his defence which only served to further enrage her further. How dare he stop her from beating his marble chewing ass into the ground?

The ringing of metal on metal and explosive gunfire was noticeable to the masked warrior but he did his best to focus on the angry blonde in front of him. She was strong… Far stronger than he could've expected. But he was Adam Taurus, one of the chief lieutenants of the White Fang. Some human from Beacon wouldn't best him, he knew that much.

"You took Blake from me, girl," he said, his voice not quite as gravelly as earlier, as he finally began to strike back after a particularly disorienting parry. In her momentary clarity at having her offense redirected, the words were audible to Yang.

She made a quick dodge and crossed her arms. "Hold on, pause for a second… What are you talking about?"

"I am Adam Taurus and—"

"You're Blake's old ex!" Yang remembered Blake unloading about an old weird ex she had before Beacon and suddenly it all made sense to the blonde. "Wow, she really undersold your strength."

"Uhh… Thanks?" Adam was a bit confused by this sudden turn of events. Why was she complimenting when they were fighting for Blake's affection? "But you still took her from m—"

"She also undersold your nerdiness," Yang said with a smirk. "I mean, I get liking the new Batman movies but there's no way speaking that deep is good for your throat."

"I have…" Adam winced as his voice cracked. "Ahem. I have no idea what you mean."

"And if what she told me about your acne problem is true…" Before she could finish the thought, his blade was against her throat and she raised her arms in mock surrender. "Okay, okay, sensitive issue. Got it. But you should know I didn't take her from you."

"And what's the excuse?" he snarled, clearly having heard this speech before. "That she left me of her own free will? That the problem is with me and not with everyone trying to tempt her away from me?"

Yang said nothing for a moment. "Well, those are all good points but not the one I was going to make. Me and her… We're just friends."

Beneath his visor, Adam blinked. "Wait, what? But Intel said you two were partners…"

"Well, yeah. Combat partners. Man, does Intel not know how Beacon works? We get partnered up and then a pair of partners form a team. We're partners on the same team; nothing romantic, honest! Although, that booty is rather fine…"

"Heh, yeah," smiled Adam before realizing what the blonde had said. He quickly brought the sword up against the neck again. "I mean, don't you dare soil her purity with such crude remarks, human! Blake is like a beautiful flower…"

"Really?" Yang laughed, arcing an eyebrow. "Her name is Belladonna; you must not have worked too hard on that pick-up line."

There was a moment of silence before Yang's eyes lit up with an idea. "Okay, I've got an offer for you, Dressedo Mask. I'll make sure no one makes a move on your 'beautiful flower' and give you some tips for better pick-up lines. In exchange, you gotta give me some dirt on Blakey."

Adam weighed his options. He wasn't sure if he trusted Yang. After all, she was a human. But if Blake had warmed up to her… That and his game was abysmal and he could use any and all help he could find. "Deal."


When Yang returned later that night, she was tackled by an upset Blake, especially after seeing the scratch marks on her face. Yang simply smiled and pulled her in to whisper in her partner's ear three short words.

"Ninjas. Of. Love."

An upset Blake quickly became mortified and Yang went to sleep with a wide grin on her face.