Ren never believed in the possibility of correction, did not believe in a second chance, in redemption or whatever this nonsense was called...

At the age of 10, he and Nora were taken to the police academy, where he showed great success, and therefore he was taken much earlier, which cannot be said about Nora. She had to stay because of a lot of absenteeism.

And here he is sitting with his boss, where he was placed under the guidance of Detective Harvey Bullock. Harvey himself was a very fat and bearded man. He wore classic detective clothes, and the badge "VPD" (Vale Police Department) stuck out in the right pocket of his jacket. There was a standard pistol holster inside the jacket.

And surprisingly, the senior detective was calm about his new partner. No complaints or anything else...

Upon entering the office, Harvey immediately decided to start a conversation.

- So, where did you come from?Bullock took off his jacket and hung it over the back of his chair.

-Vacuo-Ren replied shortly, starting to look around the office. There were a couple of documents on the table. There was an investigation board next to the window. One computer that belonged to Harvey. In general, with the money allocated by the academy, it will be possible to spend on everything necessary.

Harvey wasted no time and returned to filling out the paperwork. Ren also noticed a couple of surnames there-Torchwick, Xiao Long, Rose. The surnames of the three founders of Vale and each of the families had influence over the city. However, there have been no rumors about Rose's family for 12 years. Samuel Rose, the heir of the family, disappeared immediately after the wedding. His best friend was in charge of the company, according to rumors.What kind of friend? Who the hell knows. Information from the huntsmen academies was not disclosed.

With Xiao Long, everything is more clear. An heiress was born 14 years ago, however, the family has already abandoned its influence over the city. Although there were rumors that the family founded a mafia group.

Torchwicks? They cause the most problems in the city. Greedy to the fuck. They have many banks, clubs, etc. in their hands. However, they did not touch the banks of the other two families.Apparently, they knew that the Rose family would get a huge headache from investors.

- Why are you hanging up?Harvey lifted his glasses and stared at him.- Are you thinking about someone? A girl? A girlfriend? Or your boyfriend friend?-He grinned at the last one.

- I'm not one of those, Mr. Bull...

- Harvey. Let's without all these mister,or different shit, okay?He put his glasses aside

-Whatever you say... Harvey-,he was about to reach out to shake hands when a voice rang out all over the station, pronouncing their names.

It turns out that quite recently, there was an intrusion into one of the freight trains. There, the girl's body was found, only another child was among the witnesses, and therefore they decided to send him and Harvey to investigate this incident.

They got into the car next to Harvey and drove out to the train. The rain on the street did not stop, as if saying that today was a Day of change. Although, what are the changes in this place? Vale is the most corrupt kingdom of the Remnant. There is not a day when crimes do not occur. Under the influence of the birth of Rose and Xiao Long, the situation was easier... even the Hunters couldn't handle the situation. What can we say about the military.

- What do you think could have happened there, besides the murder of the girl?-Ren glanced at Harvey, who was staring at the road.

-Who the hell knows,-Bullock muttered.- White Fang, mafia or some other shit. Vaughn, have you heard that recently some freaks in masks and ninja costumes attacked Atlas outposts? I'm telling you, kid, things are going to turn around in the Remnant soon...

Ren just grunted, something unintelligible.

***

Flash.

Investigators walked around the carriage, looking for any signs. And Ren and Harvey were looking at the little girl's body. Short black and red hair, clothes resembled something of a gangster, aged 12 years, large children's eyes ... there was a through hole in the area of the heart, possibly caused by a katana. It was disgusting to Ren. He lost his parents at the age of 8, knew the pain of loss, but... killing a child... it's disgusting! He wanted to find out who did it... tear it apart... if he knew that someone wanted it with all their heart.

***

body ached like hell. Every scar that he had received since childhood gave off a burning sensation, as if they had been held with matches. But it hurt more in the heart. He failed... sister...Ruby... it's his fault... he couldn't protect her... distracted for a second...Then a sharp blow to the head... possibly a concussion.

Since childhood, they have been trained to kill, to be weapons. Mother talked about power. About their power. About the power of the eyes...They didn't understand her. They weren't even given a word. Only with Vernal could they talk in peace. And not that often. At least she was the only one who wished them a happy birthday....

They're tired of it. We decided to escape from there, start over. To live without this bandit devilry... And They could!

They were sent on a mission to intercept a freight car. They spent the whole night thinking about the plan, about freedom, about a new life.

Until they were caught up...

He clearly remembered the coldness in his mother's eyes. The one who gave them life... and took it away. Then there were pictures of Ruby gasping for breath, with a sword in her throat and the phrase...

- you should were stronger...

Then nothing. "

-Well,-said an unfamiliar voice,

-"Mr. Branwen, he's at your disposal. You have time until the police arrive.

Branwen... the name and surname of his mother's tribe. A surname that he despises, that he wants to forget.

A bright light brought him out of his thoughts. Apparently, he was blindfolded and his hands were tied.

Hi.- as soon as his eyes got used to it, he saw in front of him a very muscular man with black hair that hung down slightly. The color of the eye was red...Like a mother. The most prominent part of the appearance, in addition to the stubble on his face, was the scar in the lip area.- I see you're awake. Let's make it quick, okay?-There was no interest in the man's eyes.-What do you know about the Branwen tribe?

«Qrow, let's take it easy. It's a child.»- a voice sounded in the earpiece.

- Why do you need ... anyway, I have nothing to do with them anymore ... - the first thing the boy said.

The red-eyed man grinned.

"What's Raven planning?" He stood up and started walking around him.

- what is her purpose in sending you?-He stared at the floor in silence until his head hit the table. There was pain, but it was instantaneous.

-What is its purpose?-Qrow sang. He was silent, not knowing what to say. Another blow and the question was repeated.

And so ten times.

- So, I repeat...

- and what was her purpose when she killed her own daughter?!- he couldn't stand it anymore.

And then Qrow saw a rare phenomenon. The kid had heterochromia. The left eye is red, and the right eye is silver. Qrow knew only one person with such eyes, and this person was also his second brother-in-law. The picture was beginning to take shape. Dark red hair, heterochromia, facial features that reminded him of his sister. And then it dawned on him.

-"Congratulations, Mr. Remnant's Strongest Huntsman! You just met your nephew!"The voice in the earpiece rang out. And his interlocutor was clearly both happy and angry at the same time.

- Wait a minute, is your dad's name Sam by any chance?Branwen returned to his chair, surprise or regret in his eyes. And these two emotions were in him now.

— I don't know. Sort of, yes. His mother never talked about him... she only mentioned his name. And for you...

Qrow ran out of the room. A couple of minutes later, the police came in and everything restarted.

***

- "Crowe, what the..."

- Oz, curled up. I need to get to the tower right now!Branwen quickly got into a black sedan, where he told the driver to drive back to the tower, cutting off the earphone along the way. - "Fuck, fuck..."-thought Qrow sitting in the back.

He couldn't believe what was happening. For 12 years, no hearing, no spirit. He thought that Sam and Raven had moved somewhere, but it turns out that Raven has returned to her roots, so she also turns children into her copy. The most disgusting thing was that she killed her own daughter... she was not raised like that. They were taught the importance of family... it made him even more disgusted to remember Raven... it was not for nothing that he cut himself off from the tribe... and after all, under his great-grandfather, the Branwen tribe was different...

He always kept them behind the picture of the STRQ team. Yes, there were times. Him, Tai, Sam... and Raven. He remembered the years in Beacon, remembered the drunken parties, remembered happiness with them, but now ... everything is different. Sam is dead, according to some reports, Ty is raising his daughter alone, and Raven... he doesn't even want to think about her. He promised Sam that if something happened to him (Sam), he would take care of the children.

He couldn't keep that promise... couldn't save his best friend's daughter, but he would save his son. At least he has to do something right in this life...

***

Ren stood aside, as did Harvey. He could not believe that such policemen as in Vale could harm a child...

- Come on, stand still, - a voice sounded from the other end of the room

- you can't come here...

-Granny,go fuck yourself!

Ren turned his head and saw him... Qrow Branwen is the strongest Remnant hunter. A person without aura and semblance. The one who surpassed the concept of "man"...

- What are you doing here?!-He went inside, ignoring Ren and Harvey. -

-What do you want, hunter?-Qrow clearly noticed that some of the cops were drunk.- Don't you see, we're doing our job...

- The kid is under my protection.

- What... - the boy was already surprised. - So get out of here, for goodness' sake, for health's sake

. - Fuck you!-One of the policemen shouted.

- it won't work culturally ... - sighed Qrow and instantly drove one of them into the wall, he threw the second one into a deflection, and the third one just hit weakly, which broke his nose.- I hope we're done?- silence-Very good.

Picking up the boy, he left, glancing at Ren and Harvey.

- Problems?

- Yes, no. It's just that we'll tell their families.

- Tell them that they got drunk and had a fight. This is clearly not my problem anymore.-Having said that, Qrow left.

***

Already sitting in the car, Crowe and the boy were silent. -We didn't start our acquaintance right,-Branwen muttered.-Crow Branwen. I am your uncle and your filthy mother's brother. And you...-he stared at the boy.

-Ray... not Branwen.

- Well, nice to meet you, Ray not Branwen.Qrow chuckled. -I think things will change in Vale soon.-Qrow thought, watching the night streets of the city.

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A/n: And so, I moved away from the original concept of RWBY. First of all, Summer is a man here. Secondly, the plot of the fan fiction will resemble the series Gotham. Thirdly, Glinda and Ironwood were married and had two children from their marriage. Fourth, Salem is dead here. The main villain will be someone else.