A/N: Just want to let people know that I'm kinda sick (Not Covid thank fuck) so my posts might be more infrequent for a bit, especially once I catch up with all the shit I missed after I can go back to classes. Sorry for the potential inconvenience.


Chapter Three: Backroom Business Deal


"Now then, is there something I can do for you?" Roman asked with his cigar in between his teeth and a smile on his face. He leaned on Melodic Cudgel slightly in a non-threatening manner.

"There is actually." The thug in front of him grinned, before removing a Bowie knife from his pocket and pointing it at him. Roman glanced at the other thugs around him as they all similarly prepared themselves to attack him. The four thugs around him set a square perimeter, with him and the thug leader in the center.

There were two behind him. One was a short girl, about 5'5. She was young too. She had long purple hair in pig tails that flowed down to her waist. She was dressed in black heeled boots and some white leggings. She was wearing a muted purple jacket over a black undershirt. Roman noticed she looked a little off, kind of like if her skin and clothes were stretching.

The other one was a guy, a little shorter than Roman himself. He was an accurate description of a standard bruiser gang member. Black shoes, blue jeans, a black leather jacket over a white shirt and too much hair gel to be considered worth it. The guy had a metal bat propped up on his shoulder. All in all he looked fairly stereotypical with nothing out of the ordinary about him.

There were two in front of and behind the thug leader. The one to his left, Roman realized was the one wearing the body armor he saw earlier. He was in a black tank top with the armor over it. He also had a shoulder pad and some bracers. The armor looked like it was made of metal of some kind.

He also wore a full face mask on with holes over the mouth area and red markings along it. Nothing was visible except for wide amber eyes. Shoulder length blond hair spilled over the mask. Roman's eyes widened slightly when the man's hands stretched, before morphing into blades of solid steel.

The last thug to Roman's right was the most average of the group. She wore black jeans, a denim jacket and some red sneakers. Her hair was pulled into a high ponytail but it was messy. She had a few rocks in her hands which began to levitate and float around her.

Then Roman turned his gaze back to the man in front of him. He was the first one who started following him. Black tank top, blue jeans, chain hooked onto his belt, bald head and a scar on his right cheek. His eyes turned back up to his face when he started talking again.

"You seem like a nice guy and we'd hate to ruin that fancy coat of yours." The thugs around him stifled some snickers but Roman was dying inside at the poor attempt of humor. "So how about you give us everything you have in your pockets and we'll pretend we never met. How's that sound?"

Roman made it looked like he was considering for a moment. He took his cigar and blew smoke out before tapping his fingers on the cigar and letting some cinders fall to the floor. He looked back to the thug after a moment.

"That's not a bad idea. But I have a better one. I have a few questions. Answer them, and I'll give you what you're looking for. That sound nice to you?" The smirk on Roman's face must have been a little to wide because instead of even stopping to consider, the thugs smile dropped into an angry frown.

"You're not exactly in a position to be making threats. Now empty your pockets before I empty them for you!" His eyes were wide and his knuckles were turning white from how hard he was gripping the handle of his knife. Roman swore he heard the metal creak slightly.

Roman just stared at him with an unreadable expression. The thug smirked thinking he had gotten to him before Roman started laughing. Not loudly or hysterically, just a small laugh. When Roman was done, he wiped a tear from his eye and looked back up.

"Really? That's the best threat you could come up with? Everyone and their mother has heard that one before. At least be original I mean, come on!" Roman started chuckling again to the ire of the lead thug. The four around him all looked sheepish and maybe a little bit embarrassed.

"Enough of this! Turn out your pockets or I'll kill you!"

"You can try." Roman drawled. He took the cigar from his lips and blew smoke right into the thugs face, before placing it back. "But don't say I didn't warn you."

The thugs face went red with rage. With a roar, he lunged at Roman with the knife pointed at his throat. Calmly, Roman side stepped, causing the thug to miss. He quickly regained his footing before slashing at Roman who calmly tilted his head, letting the blade miss him.

The thug kept slashing at Roman, from the side, from below and above leaving Roman to simply take a step back at most in order to avoid the sharp blades slashes. Finally with another shout of rage, the thug threw himself at Roman who twisted his body, letting the man stumble past him.

Now that he was getting bored, Roman flipped his hold on Melodic Cudgel and hooked the handle around the man's shin. He pulled hard, throwing the man off balance as his legs rose into the air. He hit the ground face first, dropping the knife in the process.

Roman raised his cane to bludgeon the man at his feet but before he could, he caught some rocks covered in a subtle purple glow flying at him from the side. He lifted Melodic Cudgel and began batting the projectiles away as they came at him. The final rock, he hooked around melodic Cudgels handle, before spinning around and throwing it towards the girl in pig tails.

He didn't have time to see if it hit thanks to the man with swords for hand's charging at him but he heard a cry of pain and smirked. His attention returned to his front as two blades were lifted overhead, before crashing down onto him.

Roman lifted his cane horizontally, allowing the blades to fall onto the barrel of Melodic Cudgel. As the two weapons met, Roman quickly threw his knee into the man's stomach. He heard a gasp of pain from behind the mask he wore. The pressure slackened and Roman pressed his advantage.

He hooked Melodic Cudgel around the man's hand and pushed it out of the way, before throwing a left hook into his face. The cheap plastic mask shattered and fell off as his fist impacted. The man followed his mask soon after, stumbling backwards and falling to the floor, out of the fight for now.

The bruiser came in next, twirling his bat in his hand before swinging it at Roman with a scowl. Roman easily blocked the hit but a sudden unexpected explosion of energy from the bat forced roman back. Roman disengaged, jumping backwards, away from the thug.

The girl in the pig tails had recovered and used her quirk to stretch her limbs, Roman's eyes widening in realization at what she could do. She gathered some rubble and other items from the ground and began throwing them at Roman.

Roman rolled to his side to avoid the barrage of missiles, placing himself in between the bruiser and the woman with the telekinesis powers. Before the thrown items could impact the wall, the purple glow from earlier surrounded them again as they froze mid air.

They were then thrown at him. Roman casually leaned and side stepped most of them but some changed their trajectory in mid air and he was forced to deflect them with Melodic Cudgel once again. While his attention was on the girl in front of him, he heard something impact metal, before a sharp crack was heard. Roman felt something strike the back of his head, making him stumble slightly. Pain flared but soon subsided as his aura kicked in.

'So is that what he can do? Use the kinetic energy of something and throw it back in the opposite direction? Damn… These- What do you call em? Quirks? They're pretty versatile.' Roman thought with a scowl.

For the next minute, Roman found himself in between a hail of missile fire. He brought up Melodic Cudgel, trying to split his attention between the two attackers. The telekinetic girl threw more projectiles at him, which he dodged but when the bruiser batted them back, Roman batted them right back with his cane.

He clearly wasn't expecting the attack if the widening of his eyes and slight dropping of his jaw was anything to go by. The stone hit him right on his temple. Blood started to flow as he fell backwards, more rocks he failed to deflect back from the other girl pelting his body. He went limp as he hit the floor, out of the fight for good.

'That's one!'

Roman turned his attention to the girl again but he heard the sound of blades singing through the air. He ducked abruptly and watched as a sword flew over him. Roman readied his cane, before thrusting Melodic Cudgel's handle into the man's abdomen. He coughed saliva from the impact.

Roman brought Melodic Cudgel around with a twist before slamming it into the side of the man's head. He stumbled but didn't fall. Roman hooked the cane's handle around the man's leg and spun him in the opposite direction from before. He hit the ground hard, face up. Before he could try to push himself up, Roman stomped on his face. The sound of bone being crushed was audible followed by the man going limp.

'There's Number two!'

He charged towards the girl with the denim jacket before she could do anything else. She was already starting to annoy Roman and he wanted her out of this fight.

He raised Melodic Cudgel and brought it down but a light purple glow surrounded the cane before it drifted to the side, causing him to miss. The girl threw a kick at his side which Roman blocked easily. Roman took his cane in two hands and threw it against her. The cane was enveloped again and flew over her as she ducked but Roman let his momentum carry him as he delivered a roundhouse kick to the side of her head.

"Leave her alone!" Roman turned at the voice and saw it was the girl in pigtails. She was running at him recklessly, stretching her already outstretched arm towards him further.

He caught her wrist while the other girl was picking herself up and twisted it. Bone snapped simultaneously as the girl cried out. She stumbled into the range of Melodic Cudgel and with a swing, the cane impacted her stomach before Roman swung it up, snapping her head up, letting saliva fly in the air.

"Sorry sweetie, the grownups are talking." With that, Roman threw his foot into her chest. She fell back, rolling on the ground before hitting the wall and stopping. She wasn't unconscious but she wouldn't be getting back up for a while.

Roman approached his previous target once again and noted that the two girls looked similar. 'Oh. They're probably related. That's fun.' Sadly, that distraction was enough for the Meat Head that tried to stab him with the knife earlier to get close to him.

He barely dodged the punch aimed for his head. He ducked in time to save his head but his hat was not so lucky, going flying off before hitting the wall to his right. The man threw more punches, which Roman easily evaded. One punch missed him and impacted a wall, causing a spiderweb of cracks to run up the wall.

Roman countered as another punch flew over him, throwing his fist into an uppercut which slammed against his jaw. The man stumbled and kneeled before Roman brought his cane down on him from the side. The thug lifted a hand and caught the cane, but could do little to stop the knee which slammed into his face.

With a triumphant smirk, Roman threw Melodic Cudgel against the thugs skull. He fell backwards, his body hit the floor like a giant. An audible thud was heard as a small cloud of dust rose into the air before settling on the ground.

The girl with the telekinesis had finally picked herself up but was not prepared for Roman's cane smacking into her head. She was thrown off of her feet to the side, crying out as she hit the floor. Blood dripped from the gash on her forehead. She opened her eyes as she heard the *THUNK* of Roman's cane hitting the ground.

"I'm going to give you one chance to reconsider your offer. I have questions, you have answers. What do you say?" Roman's grin was predatory. It was almost as if he wanted her to refuse him.

She stared up at Roman for a second before tilting her head to her side and spitting onto the concrete. She looked back up at him defiantly. He could respect that look. It was a shame it would get her killed.

Roman shrugged and flipped the grip on Melodic Cudgel, before raising it into the air. "Light's out." He grinned at the widening of her eyes and brought the cane down on top of her. Or he would have if not for someone interrupting him.

"STOP!"

Torchwick's hands froze and his eyes glanced over to his side. There he saw the other younger girl sitting up, her arm both outstretched and actually stretched due to her quirk. There were tears in her eyes with a few flowing down her cheeks. She looked completely defeated. She coughed a few more times before she spoke.

"I'll tell you whatever you want… Just please don't hurt her!"

Roman seemed to consider it before he flipped Melodic Cudgel again and backing off from the older girl. He went to retrieve his hat and placed it on his head before walking towards the younger girl. He took a puff of his cigar, exhaling smoke before looking down at her.

"Good choice. Was that so hard?"

The girl's expression showed she currently despised his stupid face. It only made Roman's smirk grow.


After a small amount of time, Roman left the alley with a spring in his step. What he had been told had been fairly useful despite the small amount of info he got in the first place. Regardless, it was exactly what he wanted. As he walked, he thought back to the conversation.

"It's good to see at least one of you has a head on their shoulders." He held back a chuckle at the face the girl made.

"Just tell me what you want already." She coughed into her fist while she waited for his reply.

"Sheesh, someone's impatient. Alright, let's get to talking. All I need is some info, nothing else." The girl looked contemplative for a second. She spit to the side, before looking back up at Roman with a scowl. She nodded once, although reluctantly, gesturing for Roman to go ahead.

"I'm looking for someone who has a hand in things around here. A guy with connections, info, friends in high places." He was met with awkward silence. Roman's smirk dropped from his face the longer the silence stretched on. His eye twitched at the confused expression on the girls face.

She blinked at him twice and Roman snapped.

"For fucks sake, I'm looking for an info broker!" Although his tone was demanding and angry, he made sure not to be so loud. They weren't exactly on the main street but it didn't take much for someone to overhear something and come investigate.

"Oh… Well why didn't you say so." Roman wanted to be surprised. He wanted to ask how someone so stupid could possibly exist. He wanted to feel any plethora of emotion at the sheer lack of brain cells. But he was only disappointed because this was sadly all too common.

"Now then if you could be so kind and tell me where I can find one, we can both be out of here much sooner!" Awkward silence fell upon them again. The girl and the decency to look embarrassed if the coloring of her cheeks was anything to go by. It took Roman a second to figure it out but when he did, all his anger evaporated and turned into disbelief.

"You… You can't answer my question. You don't know, do you?"

The blush intensified.

"Of course you don't. No. Why would it be that easy?" Roman muttered to himself as he paced back and forth for a bit, serving nothing aside from calming himself and further shaming the girl. After a moment, he looked back to her. "Okay. Okay, that's fine. Does anyone else know where I can find what I'm looking for?"

Abruptly, Roman spun around 180 degrees in order to face the girls possibly older sister/relative. "You there. You have to know something right?" The girl was startled when Roman faced her but the surprised flooded away, replaced by irritation. With a snarl, she answered.

"Yeah. There's this one guy who we go to if we need things but I don't know his name. Gray eyes, gray hair. Usually dressed in purple. Wears glasses and smokes."

Roman placed Melodic Cudgel underneath his arm and gave a sarcastic reply. "Bravo! Bravo! Someone who isn't completely useless!" The girl behind him made a half whine, half growl noise while the one he was turned to bared her teeth. If nothing else, they were protective of each other.

"Does either of you know his name? Contact info? Some place where I can find him?"

"What's it to you?" Her response was a kick to the side of her head. She cried out as her head met the pavement.

"Sis! Stop it! Stop hurting her!" Her little sister's cries went ignored.

"I'm the one asking the question's here sweetheart. All I want is an answer. If you don't know the correct one... Tell me who does." He placed his foot on the side of her head and began to apply pressure. After a few seconds she cracked.

"Aaagh! Alright, alright just stop!" Roman took a step back and leaned on his cane, almost bored.

"Our boss is the one who deals with him." She said, nodding in the direction of the large bald man with the scar who was still unconscious, nursing the side of her head simultaneously. "But I don't think he can answer any question's while he-"

"AAAAAGH!" In the time that she was talking, Roman had calmly walked over to him, raised Melodic Cudgel over him and slammed his cane down. To most, that kind of reaction to something like that would seem overly exaggerated but there was a key detail that made it understandable.

Roman slammed his cane over the one area that no man should ever hit. His balls.

The large man shot up, his hands immediately flying to protect his privates, the two girls audibly flinched at his cry. "Look at that! How kind of you to join us!" That got the man's attention and despite the pain, he looked over at Roman. "These two lovely ladies mentioned you know where to find somebody. Gray eyes, matching hair, dresses in purple. Does any broker you know match that description?"

The man's eyes briefly flickered to the girls behind Roman. He took a deep breath and spoke. "Yeah… He goes by Giran. Don't know his real name but his real name doesn't matter. Why are you looking for Giran?"

"Just looking to do some business that's all. Just tell me where I can find this… Giran, or give me a way to contact him. Do that... And I'll be on my way." The man looked contemplative, before a resigned look crossed his face.

With a sigh, the man dug into his pocket. Roman was sure he wouldn't try anything but his grip on Melodic Cudgel tightened regardless. After a few seconds of rummaging around, his hand emerged with a folded piece of paper.

"Here. Take it. This has his current phone number and the address we met him at last. I don't know if he's there now but it's the best I can give you." Roman took the paper from the man and looked it over. He nodded once, before digging into his own pocket.

The man was surprised to find 50 000 yen thrown into his hands. He looked up at Roman with a questioning look. "Pleasure doing business with you." He said, and with that, Roman walked off leaving those of the group who were conscious, stunned.

With his reminiscing finished, Roman pulled out his scroll and opened it, preparing to dial the number on the paper after he put it into his pocket. He found what he was looking for and dialed the number, before hitting the call button. Roman expected to have the call go through, instead, it was stopped in it's tracks.

He tried one more time with no success, before checking his service with a frustrated sigh. His irritation was replaced by surprise at what he saw. 'No service.' Roman stood there, completely still for a few seconds before his scroll was put away, followed by his hand smacking his face.

"I'm an idiot…"

A minute passed with Roman just standing on the sidewalk with his hand covering his face. A few people gave him some off looks as they passed and if Roman was aware of his surroundings then he probably wouldn't blame them.

His hand dragged down his face, pulling on the skin as it did so in an overly exaggerated manner. With a half groan, half sigh, Roman collapsed his scroll, before shoving it into his coat pocket. He dug around in said pocket before his hand emerged with the paper he was given.

He unfolded it and read the address one more time, before looking around. He looked back at the paper and once again he looked around the general area. With a very, very frustrated sigh that some might interpret as, "I'm done with this shit." Roman started his search.


It took more time for Roman to actually find the place he was looking for than he would care to admit. Other than paranoia made up of asking the wrong person about the address and some stubborn determination to find it himself, the sun was already fairly low in the sky by the time he found the place.

On the bright side, Roman had a sense of self satisfaction and was now a bit more familiar with the city.

The location itself looked like a bar which was fairly unsurprising. It was one of those places where shady dealings happened often. Casino's and night club's were other good examples: Junior's was one of those places after all.

It was deeper in the run down area of town but the building itself didn't look half bad. It wasn't anything luxurious and there was clearly some wear and tear if some brickwork poking through and some fading paint was anything to go by. Still though it gave it a nice appearance.

As Roman approached the front door, he took a look at the sign. It was a standard cheap neon light sign you'd find at bar's like these. A pair of drunkard's stumbled past him, one of them shoulder checking him accidentally. Roman barely budged but it didn't look like the guy even noticed. Roman took it in stride, it was bound to happen in a place like this.

He put his hand on the door and pushed it inwards. Immediately the sound of laughter and clinking of glasses hit his ears accompanied by the smell of sweat and booze. He walked in and looked around.

The place was fairly full with only one or two tables still empty but even then, a lot of people were standing up with bottles in their hands. One couple standing right by the door was getting a little too touchy so Roman decided to move away with a sneer.

There were all kinds of people in here. Some were simple civilians who were just trying to unwind, a few were drunkards and addicts or those trying to drink their sorrows away. A good amount of them looked unsavory, some more subtle than others. Most likely just small time crooks Roman should have no problem taking down if the need arose.

A few of them glanced at Roman as he came in, most likely for the way he dressed but the went back to whatever they were doing quickly enough. There wouldn't be any awkward silence because everyone in the bar turned to stare at the new guy walking in. Don't get him wrong, Roman loved to be the center of attention, especially during a heist but now was not the time for it.

Torchwick made his way through the crowd, more people bumping into him than he would of liked as he did so. One man nearly spilled his drink on him but Roman managed to grip the man's hand before the glass tipped onto his coat. He loved his white coat, he really did but cleaning it was a bitch.

Well he knew where to go the next time he had to get his shit cleaned at the least.

Finally, he made his way up to the bar. The bartender was a gruff yet well dressed man. His black hair was disheveled and his beard was scruff. He was dressed in a tuxedo vest with the sleeves rolled up. The man had piercing purple eyes, full of wariness.

"What can I get for you?" The man asked. He leaned onto the counter with one hand and gestured to his selection with the other.

"Give me a glass of whiskey. Something cheap but not absolute shit."

The bartender nodded and turned his back to Roman before getting to work. In the meantime, Roman dug into his pockets and fished out some Yen to both pay and 'encourage' the bartender.

Roman looked back up to see the man chucking bottles into the air and catching them like it was nothing. Some of the patrons actually started cheering. Torchwick couldn't blame them, it was pretty cool. At one point the man was mixing and juggling drinks simultaneously. Then abruptly he stopped and caught all of the bottles and glasses he used, much to the crowds enjoyment. He handed out the mixed cocktails, before pouring Roman a glass of whiskey.

"What? My drink doesn't get a show?" The man smirked at Roman's quip.

"Basic drinks don't. Order something fancy and expensive and you'll get one too." Roman turned contemplative for a moment before handing the man some Lien for the drink. "Maybe next time. How the hell did you even do that anyways?"

The man chuckled quietly before answering. "My quirk is basically incredibly reflexes. It allows be to do shit like that." Roman lifted his glass in acknowledgment.

He took a sip of his whiskey. It was exactly as Roman hoped. Strong and cheap but not completely shit. He placed the glass down after the whiskey was done harassing his throat. He turned to the bartender and leaned forward.

"Is Giran in?" He said quietly. No one else heard him besides the bartender, who turned serious. He looked around for a bit before leaning forward. "Who's asking?"

Roman placed some Yen on the counter and slid it over. "Only a potential client." The man seemed to muse over it for a moment. Eventually, he shrugged before taking the cash, pocketing it as soon as he did so. "He's in the back room." The man pointed to a room off to his side. "Go in when you're ready. Don't try anything or you're gonna be in deep shit."

Roman drained the rest of his whiskey, slamming the drink down on the counter once he was done. He stood up and turned away. "I don't plan to." With that, Roman once again waded through the sea of drunks and degenerates.

There was some kind of security guard at the door. When Roman approached, he stopped him and turned over to the bar. Roman didn't need to turn to know he was asking for confirmation. A few seconds passed and the guard turned back to him, nodded and opened the door before stepping out of the way.

The door was closed behind him as Torchwick entered the room. It was empty for the most part but on the far side was a large, red, sectional sofa in the shape of a C. There was a table in between the two sides and sitting on it, was who Roman presumed to be Giran if the description was anything to go by.

The man was gruff and he had a self serving smug smirk permanently etched on his face. Unlike Cinder's smirk, Roman didn't feel the irresistible urge to wipe it off his face. It wasn't the kind of smirk that said 'I'm better than you and we both know it.' It was more akin to a 'We're both going to get rich out of this.' kind of smirk. It also helped that his front most top tooth was missing.

when Roman walked up to the couch, Melodic Cudgel thumping on the hard wood floor, Giran's head turned to him with his smirk widening but he said nothing. As Roman sat down, the man took two cigarettes from a packet and offered one to Roman.

"You smoke?"

Roman pulled out the pack of cigar's he bought but said nothing. Giran put back one of the cigarettes, lighting the other afterwards as Roman put his away. The only sound in the silence was the cracking of Giran's lighter, before the soft burning of embers replaced it. Giran took a puff of his cigarette as he replaced his lighter. He breathed out a plume of smoke, then gave his attention to Roman.

"So… You've come to see me. That means you want something. What that thing is, well, why don't we get down to business." The man was incredibly relaxed. His entire posture practically screamed 'I won't do anything to you and I know you can't do anything to me.'

Roman chuckled lightly. "Right… Too put it simply, I'm looking to make a lot of money in a small amount of time." That made Giran laugh. Once again, it wasn't in a mocking or condescending way. The laugh somewhat signaled that Giran could relate to Roman which further increased his opinion of the broker.

Giran was everything so far that he could want in a broker short of actually being good at the job. Junior, while he often pulled through, was arrogant and to put it plainly, stupid. It was like a breath of fresh air.

"Aren't we all? I haven't caught your name?"

"Call me Torchwick."

"Well then… Torchwick. Mind elaborating?"

"I'm new to this part of town and I already told you what I want. What I need is information. If I wanted to, I could spend days and weeks scouting around town, looking for some kind of target but why would I do that when I can come straight to you?" Giran nodded at the implication, seaming pleased.

"I want a list of some of the good targets around town. If failing that, If you or some other clients need something done under that same category, I can deliver. I'll pay half of the fee upfront and the rest after if you don't mind." As he said this, Roman threw a big bundle of cash on the table. It wasn't everything he had but you only get so much money while picking pockets in a few hours.

"You're pretty confident." Giran took the bundle of cash and inspected it, counting the amount and making sure it wasn't counterfeit. "It's not even that arrogant confidence most crooks have. You have an air about you like you know what you're doing. That's good."

Giran took another puff of smoke, before he took the wad of cash and pocketed it, satisfied at the amount.

"Alright. We can do business. In fact, I think I might just have something for you."

Giran pulled out his scroll and looked through it a bit. Now that Roman looked at it, it looked a little off for a scroll. Maybe it was an older model of some kind that this place made or maybe it wasn't even a scroll at all. He'd need to find out later.

"I actually do have something I need done." Giran placed his 'scroll' on the table and turned it towards Roman. "There's this one small art gallery on the outskirts of town. Client want's a specific art piece for his collection but it's not for sale. He needs someone to grab it. Anything else you get is just a bonus. Job isn't hard but not many crooks are interested in grabbing things like that. It's all about hard cash." Giran shook his head but the smirk stayed on his face despite the frown indicated in his features. It was honestly a little weird.

Roman thought about it for a moment before looking back at Giran.

"There any specific way the client wants this done?" Giran shook his head.

"Not really. I know a guy who can make anything you grab untraceable so really all that's needs to be done it to get the thing out without damaging it. Of course, it'll cost less if it's done quietly, not to mention your face would remain off the air if you don't get caught but if loud and dumb is your thing, that's fine too."

The too stared at each other before sharing a chuckle.

"Alright. That doesn't sound bad at all. Going in loud is fun but I think it'll be better to play it safe this time around." Roman said that with quite a bit of reluctance. For debuts or notoriety heists, Roman always went in loud. Then again, he was at a disadvantage this time around.

Back on Remnant, Roman had been waist deep in the world of crime for over a decade, nearing a decade and a half. He knew how the law worked, he knew how people responded to crimes, he knew what to expect no matter the crime or how it was done.

Roman didn't have that luxury here. All he knew was that he wasn't on Remnant and even then he didn't even find the name of the world he was on. He just knew the country he was in was called Japan but that was it.

He didn't know what laws were in place here, he didn't know about the specific level of technology yet, he barely knew anything about heroes and if that All Might guy was an example of heroes here, it was better to be safe than sorry. Torchwick would use this job as a sort of test drive. He'd see what to expect from the Heroes here first and he'd get the job done. He'd have time for loud and flashy later.

"So… We have a deal then?" Giran lifted his hand up to Torchwick. Roman stared at it for a bit before he gave Giran a smirk.

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"We have a deal. I'll get it done."

Giran's smirk widened.


A/N: There goes the another chapter. I hope all of you have been enjoying this story so far and especially the new chapter. Once again, if anyone has anything to say about this chapter no matter if it's good or bad I want to hear it. I'd also love to hear any and all suggestions you may have about the story. Some people have already given me some great ones and I can't thank them enough.

Also, If there was anything I wrote in this chapter that could be considered... "Inaccurate" well uhh... I'm not exactly an expert on criminals aight? I try my best. It's fiction anyways so even then take literally anything I say on any topics at all with a grain of salt.

The fight scene in the beginning took a little bit of work because when it comes to mob villains and other one time side characters, my creativity is not my strongest aspect. I'm actually a little surprised I managed to do what I did with that fight cause for the love of god I cannot be original when it comes to superpowers and shit.

While I don't think I'm the best at writing fight scenes and I know I'm not completely abysmal, I know I still need work so if anyone has any tips for future fights then I'd appreciate anything you guys can give me. Other than that, well I don't think I really have anything else to say about this chapter. I'm pretty satisfied with how it came out.

With that said, if you have any questions, ask them and I'll answer them in the next chapter. I hope everyone reading has a nice day and I'll see all of you when the next chapter is ready.