Catch Me if You Can (Male Reader x Ruby Rose) RWBY

Vol 7 Part 7

(Your POV)

You were sitting back in Ironwood's office, wearing the Atlas Knight armor, the armor plating, and helmet having been taken off.

You heard the elevator open behind you, and a few moments later Ironwood walked past you, sitting in his chair.

He put his hands together, looking down, before slowly looking back up at you.

Ironwood: What was that?

(Y/N): What was what?

Ironwood: You were with the rioters, wearing a costume very similar to the one you wore when you were with Neopolitan. People rallied behind you, watching as you destroyed the property of others.

You simply shrugged.

(Y/N): First time I'm hearing about it. I thought I was being called in for something important.

Ironwood: Loyalty is important.

(Y/N): And I'm loyal for now. Once we're done with Atlas, I'm gone. If the others stay, I'm still leaving. As soon as we've got what we need, and we're done, then I'm not going to stay here.

You leaned forward, looking at Ironwood.

(Y/N): I don't like you. And you don't like me. Let's not mess around here. I find it awfully suspicious that I would just walk around like that, don't you? 

You paused, letting Ironwood respond, and when he didn't you continued on.

(Y/N): And as we know, our enemies have many people who can disguise, and cause hallucinations. Now how can you blame me for something that would be so utterly stupid of me to do? 

You grinned as you saw that Ironwood started to lose ground on the argument.

(Y/N): I'll follow your rule for now. Salem is much more important than our little feud.

You stood up from your seat.

(Y/N): I'm not going to risk our chances of fighting Salem. I'm not a child anymore.

With that you turned around, walking out of his office.

Ironwood: We're not done.

(Y/N): Oh...

You turned around as the doors opened.

(Y/N): I think we are.

As you left, you heard something about some man that controlled the winds and electricity, but disregarded it as you walked through the doors.

(3rd Person POV)

The morning after Jacques Schnee closed the Schnee Dust Company's nonessential facilities, the Mantle rioters were sitting on sidewalks and in police airships with their wrists bound by bolases. 

A soldier escorted the drinking buddy along a sidewalk while Atlesian Knight-200s patrolled the area. 

He stood in line with other Mantle citizens outside a polling station. As he got to the booth, he decided whether he would vote for Robyn Hill, Jacques Schnee, Ivy Brown, or Pearl Wistier. 

The outside walls had campaign posters for both Jacques and Robyn Hill, and Jacques' posters had been spray-painted over.

Newscaster: Although rioting in Mantle is finally under control, how does it feel to know that the majority of those involved were your supporters?

In a building somewhere, a reporter from the Mantle Daily was interviewing Robyn.

Robyn: I don't condone rioting, especially when our city is being denied aid for the hardships we've already had to go through, but Jacques Schnee's latest stunt is holding the city hostage for his own political gain.