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Outside Looking In	By : PerireAnimus Category: DC Verse Comics > Watchmen Views: 1526 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Watchmen, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author’s Note: REWRITTEN! Hated my first draft of this story, I polished it up a little and did my studies. Sorry guys for it being so bad. Also, this is before Rorschach changed completely and became what we usually know him as being after the incident with the little girl Blair Roche by the way which happened in 1975. So keep that in mind when you read this. He is still working at the clothing store and is still new as a crime fighting vigilante Rorschach. Also will be using some 60’s slang in here and will have a small dictionary to explain what the words means in parentheses next to the word. Abuse, Angst, Death, D/A, H/C, Language, M/F, MCD, N/C, OC, Preg, Racist, Rom, SH, UST, Violence, WIP, others to be added.
Summary: Alone, Rorschach is content with his life in fighting crime in New York. Justice is all that matters to him until he meets a young woman named Cat by weird circumstances. Suddenly, he finds himself torn with her and his own demons. Is it worth to let her in his world even though she welcomes him in hers; the one who can see his soul that he shamefully covers with a mask? Time will tell...

Rorschach’s Journal April 5th, 1966
I met a young woman in the dark streets of this dying city when I was on my way to meet with the others. She stood out from the darkness, surrounded by the evil shadows of this god forsaken world. I helped her from getting caught in its cold, suffocating grasps. She didn’t seem to mind me or even hate me as many do. Strange. I feel like she can see right through me.
Walking down the filthy streets of New York, darkness covered this dank and cold place that is a decaying apple. The lonely moon does not shine in the empty sky on this night and the only light comes from the buildings of the evening bustle and the street lamps that line the broken sidewalks and give off a dim glow. Only enough to see your path before it goes dark again and then light, then dark. Passing the pricey restaurants filled with people going out for a good time and clubs with their dancers high on ecstasy all trying to get away from their bipolar lives. Passing the bars full of drunks and strip clubs flashing neon ‘nude’ that are full of whores collecting money from horny, lonely men. Rorschach walks down the sidewalk left with his brooding thoughts, gloved hands in his pockets, on his way to meet Daniel Dreiberg at his home before they head out to the Crimebusters meeting. Daniel’s house was located in a housing division on the Upper East Side of Manhattan; Rorschach has a little ways to go. The cool polluted air filled with its city smells blows pass him as he walks along.
The path gets a little quieter and empty as he walks further along and was glad to be away from the people that usually crowded the cracked sidewalks. But the silence is broken by angry yells and a hushed scream followed with words you could not make out as Rorschach instinctively ran to the sounds of what brought him to attention and turned at the sharp corner of the block. Ahead he could make out two rugged men, one behind the victim holding her arms behind her back viciously and the other pointing a long sharp knife towards her; her messenger bag and its contents lay messily on the ground. They didn’t notice him as he came from the shadows, running up from behind and pulled the collar of the man who held the knife and threw him away from the woman into the empty street. The other man, dimly lit up from the city lights looked filthy in appearance and bearded. He pushed the woman he had hostage away from him harshly and quickly went up to throw a punch with his right towards Rorschach which in turn blocked it easily. Rorschach’s mask changed with his emotions and immediately grabbed his right arm with his left and twisted it, making a pop crack sound as the man yelled in pain and bent down a little trying to ease the pain of Rorschach’s grasp. Rorschach then threw him towards the brick wall of a building, his face hitting the wall and knocking him unconscious.
The woman yelled “Watch out!” at Rorschach, her hands up to cover her mouth, eyes wide. The other man came up at Rorschach from behind--the same way Rorschach had done it--only instead intending to plunge a knife in his back. The inkblot’s changing again as Rorschach quickly moved when she said that and turned around to see the intruder come at him, the greasy man instantly came down with his knife towards Rorschach’s left chest near his shoulder; the sharp metal connecting to its victim once again and the quick stinging pain and warm liquid began to seep out. The mask changed to another frightening image of what seemed like rage as he looked at the man who dared to stab him. The unseemly mans’ bangs covered his eyes filled with animosity, the trickling of blood from his forehead went down his face when he stared at Rorschach, his beastly smile crossed his face in triumph. Rorschach didn’t feel much of the pain but felt the intrusion of the weapon, adrenalin coursing through his veins he angrily grabbed the mans’ dirty torn clothes in the front tightly in his fist with his right hand and punched him continuously in the face hard with the other and without mercy. You could hear the bones on the mans’ face break with every blow Rorschach made; blood splattered across the weeping mans’ filthy face and onto Rorschach’s dark brown leather glove stained with the blood of criminals in the past. The mans’ hand lets go of the hilt of the knife trying to protect himself but to no avail and fell onto his knees in pain, crying pathetically asking for mercy. Rorschach lets go of him as the disheveled man was on his fours begging and saying he was sorry, loose teeth falling out of his bloody mouth; but he ignored him and grabbed the hilt of the knife and quickly pulled it out of him and stabbed the man with it in the same manner as he did to Rorschach. The man screamed in pain, tears wetting his crummy face as he looked up at Rorschach in fear yelling profanities at him. Face changing on Rorschach, pleased with his action, made a finishing blow with his left fist again towards the mans’ bloody broken face as he fell over unconscious.
Rorschach dragged the men’s bodies one-by-one towards the lamp post near by. Rorschach asked if she was okay while she stood there watching him move the bodies. She said she was fine and asked if he was alright, remembering the stab and seeing some droplets of blood on the ground, slipping from under his garments as he prop them up against the lamp post.
“Hurm. I’m fine…“ He lied in a rough sounding voice, the image on his face changing as he pulled out two handcuffs and cuffed the criminals both together and around the post so that they couldn’t run away if they ever woke up.
The pain in his shoulder started abruptly in waves as he moved it, adrenalin seeping away from his blood. Then he took out a small ripped cardboard that had a folded indent in it that was blank as he took out something to write with and drawn his signature on it in black ink so that everyone knew it was him that did this and to warn all other criminals out there in the dirty streets of New York. She looked him up and down while he was doing all of this, seeing that he was wearing a dirty brown stained trench coat, black pinstriped purple pants and dark brown leather gloves. Scuffed up shoes that looked old and worn from walking. And his mask look peculiar she wondered who’s face hide behind it from the world, one word came to mind as she read him. She could feel the tension coming off him, even anger and it was unsettling. He could feel her eyes upon him as he was doing all of this and it made him uncomfortable. The young woman curiously tried to see what Rorschach was writing on the cardboard and saw him drawing an odd design on it with black ink. She thought it looked boss (cool) and tried to remember that image to maybe use for later even though she didn’t know why he was drawing it out and leaving it next to the men’s bodies. After that he stood up and looked at the young woman before him, under the light he could get a better look at her and noticed she was mixed with Asian. Her slanted dark eyes and olive complexion gave it away. She began picking up her things off the ground that spilled from her side bag. He noticed her very long dark brown hair laid flatly down behind her back and graced her shoulders and covering her face as she stooped down. She wore a loose white blouse with frills and tied at the neck in a bow and wore a long, loose grey skirt with a strange pattern of white and black stitching. Black sandals that tied around her small ankles and small feet, mostly covered for a girl her age in this era. She looked to be very young, sixteen if that he thought. And too young to be walking the streets alone at night, maybe she learned her lesson after this. His train of thoughts broke when she said something.
“Are you going to be alright? You should get that shoulder looked at or it would get infected.” she said in a worry tone, finishing up in what she was doing.
“Don’t worry about me. Be careful next time, shouldn’t walk alone at night. Learn your lesson.” he finished in a quiet sharp tone, as if it wasn’t some words of comfort or advice but an order.
She stood up from her crouched position and looked at him, messenger bag in hand and now across her shoulders. She smiled at him in reply. Rorschach just turned and walked back to where he came from to continue on his destination to meet with his friend Daniel, he was late, or so he believed to be when he is usually early and probably will be arriving at the meeting place with Daniel before any of the others.
“Be careful out there and thanks… Walter, for your help. Take care and be safe.“ She said in a worry smile as she turned away and walked the other direction towards home hoping she would make it safely this time.
Rorschach turned after hearing her; did he just hear her right? The black images on his mask changed as he stood there confused and yet bothered, staring down at the young woman’s back as if to make her turn to face him. He knew what he just heard but he had a hard time grasping the concept of her words. He went forward but then stopped himself, he didn’t have time to confront her and he had to leave, Daniel is going to wonder why he was late and he was in no mood in explaining himself, like he even would. Rorschach just shoved his gloved hands in his pockets and looked away from the girl, going down the broken corrupt streets of New York. His mind went to paranoia and his name ‘Walter’ intervene his thoughts, echoing in his mind in the young girls voice as he quickly walked down the grimy streets towards his destination once again. Disturbed, how she knew he did not know and would leave it at that, left to be forgotten with her words... He would never see her again, not a beautiful girl like that.
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