AN: Hi guys, MajorBrony95 here. I am finally writing my first fanfiction for the site! How cool is that, huh? And for this, I am completing the sequence started by Roach99, then Sai Kuni Blade, and then DiRunner with inserting a member of Team RWBY into the Arkhamverse; Yang Xiao Long, Blake Belladonna, Weiss Schnee, and now... RUBY ROSE herself!

I would first like to thank these guys on for being so understanding and supportive of me in my quest to create my first fic. They and others of the Arkham/RWBY fandom are so awesome and I can't wait to see how their and other fics will turn out. Second, to Monty Oum himself, who passed away the first of this month, three years ago. Thank you so much, man and we hope you're enjoying RWBY from Heaven. Finally, to Bob Kane and Bill Finger, who without them, nothing Batman would even exist; especially the Arkhamverse. You guys rock!

Now, as is needed, I do not own RWBY or Batman: Arkham Asylum or any other games in the universe. They belong to Monty and Rooster Teeth and Bob and Bill, DC, Warner Bros., and Rocksteady Games.

In case you're wondering, this story takes place between the finale of Volume 2 and the beginning of Volume 3. So, Ruby is still 15 here.

So, without further ado, please enjoy the fist in what I hope to be a series of great stories; The Bat and the Blood-Red Rose: Asylum (and please, no flames.)

Chapter 1- A "Pleasant" Welcome to Gotham City

Someone was shaking her.

"Hey," a voice said. "Hey, kid? You alive or somthin'?"

A groan escaped her. "Go away, Yang! Class doesn't start yet."

"Oh good," the voice said. "I would've felt bad about stealin' from someone who wasn't dead already."

At those words, Ruby Rose suddenly realized something; that voice didn't sound like her sister's at all. In fact, it almost sounded like Uncle Qrow's, except much gruffer. And she also felt cold a little like she was outside. She sat up, groaning a bit and then she heard the sounds around her; car horns, people talking, horrible smells. It was like... she was outside in a city. Vale maybe? No; Vale didn't smell this bad.

As she got up groaning and looked around, she saw she was in a dingy alleyway, lit only by the lights of buildings near the entryway. She then saw that the only other person there was a scruffy old man wearing clothes, gloves, a hat and a coat so dirty, tattered and full of holes that Wiess would scream at the sight and faint. He had a long white beard and despite his looks, had friendly-looking eyes.

The man took a swig of a bottle of what Ruby assumed from the smell and liquid in it was alcohol and then flashed a grin of yellowed teeth.

"Say kid, you wouldn't happen to be interested in selling that nice lookin' hood you're wearin', would ya? I don't have much, but...

Ruby then looked down at her cape, finally starting to shake off the grogginess.

"Huh? Oh, uh, n-no thanks. I couldn't sell this. It was a gift from my mom. She made it for me as a future birthday gift before she...," she paused, thinking of Summer. "Anyway mister, sorry, but no."

The man nodded, "Family importance. I get ya. Just thought I'd ask." He took another swig and then looked at Ruby curiously. "Say kid, you goin' to some kinda fantasy costume convention or somthin'? You look like you stepped right outta 'Little Red Riding Hood.'"

"Huh? What's that? Is that some sort of story," Ruby asked.

"What kid your age doesn't know 'Little Red?' You sure you're okay, kid? You seem a little out of it," the man said, sounding confused and a little worried.

"I'm fine. Really," Ruby said as she got up to her feet and brushed herself off. "Say, mister. You wouldn't happen to know where I am?"

"You kiddin' me? You honestly don't know?" At an apologetic shrug from the girl in red, the man sighed and chuckled. "My dear Little Red, you are in the forest your mama told you not to wonder off the path into. This here fine place is Gotham City; otherwise known as the Hell Satan sends those even he doesn't want in his Hell. And believe me; the wolves here are the stuff of nightmares."

Ruby didn't know if the man was being serious with that last statement or not or if he was talking about Beowolves, but thought little of it for now. "Oooookay. Um, you havn't heard of a place called 'Beacon Academy,' have you? Or maybe 'Vale.'

The man scratched his beard in thought. "I've heard of Vale, Oregon, but I get the feeling you don't mean that. And I never heard of a 'Beacon Academy.' Sorry, kid."

Ruby felt a little worried at those words (did this mean she wasn't even in Remnent anymore?), but tried to contain it. "Well, thanks anyway. I suppose I better get going." She then checked herself out to see if she had everything. She had her Scroll, extra Dust cartrages, wallet, but...

"Wait. Where's Crescent Rose!?"

"Who?"

""My... well, when you saw me, you didn't happen to pick up any red machinery anywhere, did you?"

"Can't say I did."

Now Ruby was starting to panic as she raced around the alley, looking under trash cans, in crates, and even lifted up a cat to see if it was sleeping on it, "Oh man, oh man, oh man, oh..."

"Hey kid, calm down, will ya. Is that what you're lookin' for?" The man then pointed to an area by the entryway Ruby hadn't checked. It was Crescent Rose's condensed form. Ruby swooped in, and plucked it up, cradling it like it was a baby.

"Oh thank goodness! I thought I'd lost you!" She then noticed the man looking at her oddly and chuckled sheepishly. "Eh heh heh. Sorry."

"No need," the man said, dismissively, "but what exactly is that thing, anyway?"

"Well," Ruby said, pushing the switch to unfurl the scythe form of her weapon. The man, who had been taking a sip of his bottle, promptly spit out the contents as he gaped at the thing in front of him.

"What in the HELL is that thing!?"

"This is Crescent Rose; a High-Caliber Sniper-Scythe, or HCSS for short. Capable of firing dust projectiles at least 170 mph, fired from a medium-length, bolt-action rifle and also able to transform into the scythe you see here."

The man sat in shock. "My God. Where on Earth did you get THAT?"

Ah. So "Earth" was the name of where she was. Then she realized the man's question. "Oh, uh, well...I kinda made it. By myself. Well, my Uncle Qrow helped a bit, but..."

"Wait a frickin' minute! You MADE that thing yourself!?" The man looked at her in amazement. "Good gosh. If you showed that to Bruce Wayne, he'd probably draft ya ta work for WayneTech now, child labor laws, be damned. Color me impressed, kid. What are ya? Some prodigy or somthin'?"

Ruby blushed slightly, "Well, I wouldn't call myself that, but I am pretty good with weapons."

"Well, you may need that thing with the gangs that roam around Gotham at this time of night, one bad one in particular, the Dracos" the man said, taking one more swig of his bottle. "Damn. Empty. You wouldn't happen to have any cash on ya, would ya?"

Ruby just shook her head, "I don't think the money I have would be any good here, anyway." She looked around and shrugged. "Well, I should probably get going now."

The nodded his head in acknowledgement, "Okay, kid,. But you be careful, ya here? You don't know what..."

Just then, Ruby jumped onto a fire escape, leaving behind a trail of rose petals as she zoomed up to the roofs of the buildings and left with a swish of her cape. The man stared at the sight, then just smiled and shook his head, chuckling.

"On second thought, maybe THEY should watch out for HER."

Ruby ran atop the rooftops, looking around this strange place she was in. It seemed a lot like Vale, except... it wasn't. As far as she could tell, there were no Faunus, no shops for Dust and weapons. It was much noisier and brighter than downtown Vale and on top of that, it seemed like a worse place to be at night. Even when scum like Torchwick had been roaming the streets, Vale still seemed safer than "Gotham." Now... she couldn't quite put her finger on it, but this place seemed like the type of city where you could feel safer in a dark alley rather than a lit street. Even then, not by much

She stopped for a breather, looking up at the night sky at the moon. The moon. That was the indication that she really wasn't in Remnant anymore; this moon was whole. At this one-hundred percent realization, Ruby started feeling more uncomfortable.

Did her team even realize where she was? Yang? Wiess? Blake? What about Team JNPR? Or Team SSSN with Sun and Neptune. Penny Polendina, her robot friend. Even Team CFVY, with whom they had become slightly more friendlier with after the Breach, her with Velvet Scarletina in particular. Did ANY of them know where she was? Were they going crazy trying to find her? How was she to get home in time for the Vytal Tournament? If there even WAS a way, anyway. She couldn't even remember how she got here. A dust accident? Magic? Who knew? She sure didn't. All she could remember was some flash of white light and flash of red or something like that.

As if sensing her despair, the sky began to cloud over, covering the moon with a cloud and she heard the distant rumble of thunder. Perfect. Caught in a strange new world in the rain. How could this get any worse?

"No! Please, no! Don't! Leave me alone!"

Ruby suddenly heard what sounded like someone scared. Perhaps this person needed help. But should she? This wasn't her world. Let the police handle it. She needed to focus on finding a way home.

"Help! Help!"

Well, then again, as a Huntress, she was supposed to help everyone in need. And who knew how long it would take the police to get there?

Ruby sighed, "Oh, what the heck. I need some stress let out, anyway. Might as well do it while busting some bad guys."

With that, she sped off in the direction of the voice, unknowing that above her, a strange light was shining; almost like a spotlight with a symbol of a bat on it.

"Please. Please, I'm begging you. I don't have any cash on me."

"You should've remembered that before you crossed in to Draco territory, man. Them's the rules; enter our turf, pay a toll."

The three young men were in an alley, standing over a man a bit older than them. He was sitting against the wall, surrounded by papers from an open briefcase, shaking and petrified with fear as the three surrounded him, grinning in a seeming friendly fashion, but behind them, burned eyes of anger and an eagerness to cause some pain.

"Look," one man with a gold tooth, said, "We don't know what to tell ya, dude. Around here you need the cash to pay the toll or something very messy could happen."

"Yeah, REAL messy, hombre," another man with a Spanish accent said, eagerly twirling the knife he held with seemingly thinning patience.

"Please," the victim said, sobbing a little, "I told you, I didn't MEAN to pass through. My car is the other side of the alley. I heard the thunder and I didn't want to get caught in the rain, so I..."

"So you thought you'd take a shortcut through here. Izzat right?" This was asked by the last man, a Black man wearing a leather jacket and who seemed to be the leader. He sighed, "Look. You think we want this to get messy? We don't."

"Says you."

Shut the fuck up, Sanchez," Jacket sneered to Knife (Sanchez). He then turned to the victim, a smooth smile on his face, "Look, if you don't have cash, we can always trade ya for somthin' else."

"But I told you. I DON'T have anything! I didn't think to bring money with me tonight. What could I have on me you could want?"

"Well," Gold Tooth said, "how 'bout that nifty little ring on your finger, huh? What do you think, Skids?"

Jacket (Skids) looked at the gold band the man had on his finger a second and nodded. "Yeah, Evens. I think that would do JUST fine. Should be worth a good two grand, right? More than enough."

The man looked down at his left hand and, if possible, grew paler. "No, no please. This-this is my wedding ring. Y-you can't..."

Gold Tooth (Evens) heaved the man to his feet and held out the hand with the ring to Sanchez, who grinned wickedly, getting the message. However, he looked to Skids for confirmation, and by the look on Skids' face, he was getting impatient and may well yet give it to Sanchez.

"Look, man. Give up that ring by yourself and we'll let ya through. 'M sure wifey'll understand. If not, well... we'll take it anyway- with a little extra attached. Hell, loads of folks go through life with nine fingers; my cousin's one o' 'em."

"Say the word, Skids. Por favor, say the word."

"I'll give ya three, man, before I let Sanchez have at ya. One..."

"No, no."

"Two!"

"Please! Please God, no!"

"Three!"

"BATMAN! Please save me!"

"He's busy with other stuff. Take it, Sanchez!"

As Sanchez raised his knife to bring it down, something slammed into him. Hard. He flew through the air and landed in a pile of trash cans dazed.

"Holy shit!"

"What the frickin'...!"

The victim took this confusion as a chance to escape before the others should stop him. Skids looked around angrily for the culprit (who had seemed to have disappeared) as Evens helped Sanchez up.

"Where are you!? You know what you just did!? You fucked with the Dracos, man! Come on, and show your face!"

"Look," Evens said, pointing to the ground. Down on the ground around where Sanchez had been hit were red rose petals. "You think it could be that Ivy bitch?"

"Nah, she's still in Arkham, what I hear," Skids dismissed. He then looked around again, trying to find the mystery assailant. "Come out and face us!"

"If you insist," a voice, sounding very much like a teenage girl, said. The three Dracos turned and there, in the middle of the alley, there was a girl wearing a red hood. She pulled it down and glared at them with silver eyes.

At seeing her, the three stared at her for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"You're kiddin'. You're kiddin', right? A kid like you, responsible? HA! Oh, that's rich."

"Yeah," laughed Evens, "That's a riot."

"Would you look at that, it's Caperucita Roja, Little Red Riding Hood," chuckled Sanchez in a mocking tone. "What, you goin' to some 'Fantasy Con' or somthin' like that shit?"

Ruby simply stared at them with a dry look on her face. She was used to this by now from people who first met her. Right before she kicked their butts from here to Atlas.

Once they stopped laughing, the Dracos then smirked. Skids stepped forward.

"Listen kid, if you really did do that, then you made a big mistake. AND you're in our territory. So I think you should pay double for that."

"I can think of one way," said Evens, licking his lips and eying Ruby over in a way that made her feel dirty and angry. She had seen some guys look at Yang like that just before she punched their teeth in.

"So," Sanchez said, grinning and twirling his knife as he and his compatriots inched forward, "what'll it be, Caperucita Roja?"

"I say," Ruby said, tossing her hood back and grabbing Crescent Rose from behind her back, "THIS!" And with a flourish, she started to unsheathe the scythe. The men, seeing the weapon suddenly appear in front of them, jumped back in shock and fright.

"HOLY SHIT! Wh-what the fuck is that!?"

"Jesús Fuking Cristo!"

"Will you both shut the hell up!? It's-it's just some sort of prop! Sanchez is right. She's probably just goin' to some LARP thing and decided to play the hero. That thing's probably not even sharp."

"Wanna bet," Ruby asked. At that, she swung the blade and sliced a nearby garbage can in two. The men stared at what they had seen and, quite frankly, freaked.

"Man, forget this," Sanchez shouted, "I'm gettin' the hell out of here!"

"Me too," Evens said.

Suddenly, Ruby zoomed in front of them in a flurry of rose petals, cape blowing and scythe at the ready. "Aww. But the party's just getting started," she said with a smirk and a mock friendly tone. She then zipped out and kneed Evens in the gut, knocking his wind out. The gold-toothed jerk fell to his knees clutching his gut. She then swung Crescent Rose's handle, hitting his chin with the blunt end with a resounding CLANG of a breaking jaw and sending him a couple feet to lie on his back, out cold. Guess I did learn some things from Yang when she was teaching me, Ruby thought. However, in her thoughts, Sanchez swung his knife at her.

"Perra," he swore as he attempted to slash her.His knife succeeded in scratching her arm. "Ha," he laughed. Then was shocked as the scratch on her clothes as well as the cut she got suddenly healed instantly in a flash of red aura. "Que-?" He was silenced by a swift elbow to his nose that caused him to stumble. He kept swearing in Spanish while holding nose that was gushing with blood. A blur of red slammed into him, sending him into a wall where he landed on a pile of trash cans, unconscious. Ruby then turned to a wide-eyed Skids.

"And then there was one," she quipped. Yang would have been proud of her quips in this fight. She then swung her blade at the ground and kicked up dust in the criminal's face, blocking his sight and causing him to cough. He looked around frantically for his opponent.

"You're fast like the Flash. You're indestructible like Superman. You got a big-ass scythe. Just who... WHAT the Hell are you?"

"I'm Ruby Rose." He turned around only to stare into the barrel of Crescent Rose's sniper rifle. "And you, are going to sleep."

"Aw Fu-!"

His curse was ended by a fire Dust round to the face that exploded and sent him flying and landing in a pile of garbage. Skids, lying on the bags, lifted his head (which was ash-covered in the face, smoking and had copious amounts of front and eyebrow hairs missing) looking at Ruby with a look of pure hatred before plopping it down with a groan. Ruby reformed the storage mode and reattached it to her belt.

"Not bad if I say so myself," Ruby said smugly, surveying the beaten down criminals. At that moment, the rain started to pour. "Great," she grumbled. "Just my luck." Suddenly, she heard what sounded like sirens. That at least was enough to perk her up. Hopefully, the police here would be a little more grateful for having bad guys beaten up for them than Professor Goodwitch had been when Ruby had battled Torchwick the first time.

A trio of police cars- sirens wailing and lights blazing- suddenly pulled in front of the alley, as well as an ambulance. Probably for the best with that, since the men were pretty bashed up. Two policemen got out of one of the cars, as well as a rather overweight man wearing a blue trench coat and fedora with a particularly deep frown. Her looked like one of the old-time detectives in Blake's mystery novels. Ruby walked over to them, feeling proud.

"Don't worry, officers. They're all yours. I just-"

Without warning, the police and the trench coat man pulled guns out and aimed them at her, "Put your hands behind your head, kid! Now!"

"Huh? Wait I-I'm one of the good guys. I just-"

"I said. Hands! Behind! The head!"

Ruby, not wanting to cause a problem, quickly complied. Trench coat then ran over and grabbed her hands, cuffing them.

Then again, Ruby thought miserably, maybe history's doomed to repeat itself.

A minute or two later, Ruby was sitting in the back of a police car as officers and paramedics filled the alley in the rain. The paramedics put the three battered and bruised crooks on stretchers and led them to the ambulance, a few officers in toe. Obviously, they were going to get them checked out before they threw the book at them. Meanwhile, Ruby was talking with the trench coated man who apparently was named "Det. Harvey Bullock," and his attitude could have made Weiss when Ruby first met her seem like Penny by comparison. At this moment he was holding Crescent Rose in his hands, making Ruby sick. This man didn't know what he was holding and he could very well hurt himself. Or worse, damage her baby.

"I get a call about a disturbance in an alley right when that crazy clown is attacking city hall and what do I find? A trio of knocked out crooks and a kid who looks like she walked right out of "Grimm's Fairy Tales."

"Grimm!? Where!?" Ruby looked around frantically, looking for a Beowolf or Ursa.

"Hey cool it kid. I'll ask the questions. First of all, what's your name?"

"Ruby Rose."

Bullock looked at her dryly. "Uh-huh. Sure. Your REAL name, kid."

"That's it. I swear. My name is ruby Rose. I'm a student at the Beacon Huntman Academy in Vale."

Bullock stared for a second and then rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Great. Another one." He then sighed and looked at her again. "Alright, so you're from 'Vale,' eh? Don't sound like you're from Oregon."

"That's the second time I've heard that," Ruby sighed. "Look, I don't know where that is, but its not-"

"Okay, never mind. Next topic." Bullock then held up Crescent Rose rather roughly. Ruby winced. "What in God's name is THIS?"

"That's Crescent Rose. It's a High-Caliber Sniper-Scythe. She's capable of firing Dust at at least 170 mph, from a medium-length, bolt-action rifle. She can also able to turn into a scythe."

Bullock gave Cresent Rose a look over and a shake. "This thing is some kind of weapon? What are you doin' with it then?"

"Please don't shake it," Ruby begged, "I worked hard to make it. You could damage it. Look, I have a license for it, just not on me right now. It's back at my dorm."

The Detective stopped and looked at her funny. "You made this? You? Don't make me laugh, kid. This thing looks years ahead of anything we got; scientific, military, or otherwise."

"It's true. I-" Suddenly, Bullock pushed the button to unlock "Rifle Mode." "No, stop!"

Immediately, Bullock dropped the weapon in shock. Unfortunately, the dropping set off the trigger, firing a Dust round and scattering officers in the alley. The blast of Fire Dust thankfully hit a nearby dumpster. Bad news, it exploded. The dumpster was soon ablaze that the rain was putting out, but the damage had already been done.

Perfect, Ruby thought miserably. Not only did that guy manhandle Crescent Rose, but that incident has probably ruined any chance I have at getting them to trust me.

As if reading her mind, Bullock got up from where he'd fallen in shock and whirled angrily at Ruby. He pulled her out of the back of the car by her hood clasp and held her to his face'

"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!?" he bellowed. "You tryin' to get me killed, kid!? What kind of crap is this!?"

"I-I-I told you to be careful," Ruby tried to say, but Bullock wasn't in a listening mood.

"What was that? Some kinda new experimental ammo or somethin'? Military grade? Sure looks like it to me."

"It's Fire Dust. Really volatile. Trust me, I know," she said thinking back to when she first met Weiss. Not pretty.

"Fire what!? You know what? Never mind! I'm callin' this in! The Commish is gonna wanna know about you, kid." He walked to the front of the car and pulled out a phone. He pushed a button and listened as it rang.

"Um, could you please pick up Cresent Rose at least," Ruby asked meekly.

"Shaddap," Bullock snapped. "You, don't talk. I gotta good mind to... Hello? Jim? It's Bullock... Yeah, I know... I know you got yer hands full, Gordon, but listen. You know that disturbance on Finger and Kane you told me and the guys to look into? Yeah, the one with the scuffle and the gunshots. Well, I found out what made 'em and you're never gonna believe it. Apparently, some kid got into a fight with some Dracos... Yeah, Dracos. Nah, the kid's fine, Jim; it's the other guys you should see. Ho boy. She banged 'em up good. Ambulance was definitely needed. Yeah, that's what I said, a SHE. Used some kinda military grade weapon, some sorta sniper rifle. I... accidentally fired it off... Look! How was I supposed to know what would happen!? I didn't LOOK like a rifle, buttons all over. No, no one got hurt, thank God, but a dumpster's toast. That's right, toast! Blast from the thing burst it inta flames. The rain put it out, but you shoulda seen it, Jim."

Bullock looked at Ruby with a scathing look as she looked down. He then went back to talking to this "Jim," or "Gordon," or whoever. "Describe her? Uh, I'd say about 14 or so-"

"I'm 15," Ruby interrupted, slightly insulted.

"Quiet, you," he snapped, then went back to the phone. "Sorry, Jim. She's fifteen," he said glaring at Ruby, who stuck her tongue out. Bullock shook his fist for a moment. "She's about five foot, eight, nine maybe. Short hair, black with red tips. And her eyes, get this, they're silver. Yeah, silver. Never seen anything like it before. Violet maybe once, sure, but never silver." He paused, listening to the man on the other end talk. His face then looked confused. "Is she wearin' a cape and hood? Yeah, looks like somethin' from "Little Red." You know, the fairy tale my ma used to read to me when I was a kid. 'My, what big eyes you got, Granny.' Yeah like that... The color? Red. Blood red... The weapon? She called it... uh... 'Crescent' somethin'. Said it could turn into a scythe too... Her name? Apparently Ruby. Ruby Rose. Jim, why all these questions? You sound like you know her. Jim?"

He paused for a bit, face looking a bit more worried. Obviously, "Gordon" had stopped talking. "Hello? Jim? You still there, buddy?" Bullock was quiet for a few minutes, and then he spoke up, sounding shocked. "ARKHAM!? You want me to take her to Arkham!? Look, Jim, she told me a pretty nutty story, I don't think that… okay, okay. If you and him are gonna be there, I guess that'll be ok. But you make sure that she'll be safe. I don't feel right takin her to that place, as old as she is. Seriously though, Jimbo: Do you know her? Not sure? Alright. Alright. Is he there yet? Just got there? Oh, thank God. Listen, you'll probably get there before I do, so I'll see you back at the station. Uh-huh. Okay, Gordon. Bye."

Bullock then shut off the phone and went to go talk to the other officers. After a few minutes, he came back to the car. "Alright, kid, you and I are goin' on a little trip to meet some pals of mine, one of whom might be able to help you out."

"Am I gonna like this trip," Ruby asked tentatively.

"Not sure, really."

Ruby wasn't sure if she liked that, but Bullock had said that this person might be able to help her. It was worth a shot. "Well…could you at least put Crescent Rose in the trunk?"

"What? You want me to put that- that thing in my car where it could go off?"

"Just push the button you pushed before and it will go back to 'Storage Mode.'"

Bullock gave her a scrutinizing gaze for a second, but then sighed and tentatively picked it up and pushed the button. He jumped a little as it changed, then just shook his head. "This town just gets weirder and weirder." After putting it in the trunk, he walked up front closed the doors and started the car "Alright. We'll be takin' a shortcut. So, hold on kid. And buckle up."

As Ruby buckled up, she sighed and one thought ran through her mind:

What have I gotten myself into?