I totally stole this off of Emergence. If you haven't read that yet, you should, it's a RWBY Inverted Self-Insert (As in, Fictional Characters go to the real world) and it treats everything realistically.

Anyway, like Emergence's "asides" these are just small things that I cut from stories, or wrote later on to fill in some blanks. This is the later.

One more thing. Here, I write in whatever perspective I so freaking choose.

Anyway...

Story: A Different Past.

Timing: Directly after "Light the Torch".

Status: Canon.

Roman Torchwick carried the box of dust, anxiety still filling his entire body. The kitty kat and the monkey teen were things he could handle. Seeing Red again was interesting, but again, nothing he couldn't handle. The girl with the swords...okay, maybe a tactical retreat might have been needed there, but she wasn't the biggest threat Roman had encountered that night.

No, that honor went to the purple haired man, named "Trunks". It was an odd name, almost humorous, but there was nothing funny about what he was capable of. His speed was completely unheard of. One second he was miles behind the criminal, and the next he was directly in front of him. He took a shot from his cane full force and didn't even flinch. When he tried to get his new mooks to take care of him, it took him seconds to knock all of them out. Granted, he couldn't expect much from those mutts, but he expected them to keep his attention for at least a minute. It took Red more time to take out the goons he hired from Junior! It was utterly terrifying that such a person existed. Of course, Roman was sure not to show it, he had a reputation to uphold. However, behind his usual wisecracks, there was true fear in his heart.

Once Torchwick had reached the desk that was his destination, he placed down the crate and sighed in relief. It was over, he was safe now.

"How very disappointing, Roman."

Or not. Great.

"Whoa!" Roman jumped and turned around, startled. He tried to save face by chuckling slightly, but he knew he wasn't fooling anyone here. "Wasn't expecting to see you guys so soon…"

"We were expecting...more from you." Said the woman in the red dress, Cinder. Her associates, a girl named Emerald and a young man named Mercury were behind her, the environment covering them in shadows. It was almost as if the universe was trying to hide them, like it was meant to be a surprise to someone watching. Come to think of it, that same effect seemed to occur with Cinder on the night Roman met Ruby…

Roman managed to get out a nervous laugh. "Well, you were the ones who suggested working with those stupid mutts from the White Fang." He pointed out. "Besides, I wasn't anticipating some sort of superman to show up and crash the party."

"Yes, we are aware. He indeed was a surprise."

"Surprise?" Roman asked, raising an eyebrow. "You're treating this as if it's a minor issue. Aren't you a wee bit worried about how this underwear person's going to affect your precious plan?"

"Not at all." Cinder replied, simply. "Granted, our plan will require a bit of adjusting, but he is nothing more than a small wrench."

"I still don't understand why we're worried about him." Emerald suddenly spoke up, walking out of the shadow. Mercury did the same.

"He's not even that strong." The young man added. "I bet I could take him down with my eyes closed.

"Silence." Cinder demanded, turning her attention to the two kids. Her orange eyes began to glow, which was likely enough to get the two to shut up on it's own. "It's true that in our current state, we stand little chance against our new arrival." Cinder closed her eyes and laughed for a moment. "...but when our goal has been accomplished, his strength will pale in comparison."

"Anyways, Roman…" Cinder continued, turning her attention back towards Torchwick. "We have big plans for you. All we ask for is a little...cooperation."

Roman nodded quickly, before turning around and rolling his eyes. "Yeah, like I have a say in the matter." He muttered.