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Let's Watch the Watchmen	By : MisterZer0 Category: DC Verse Comics > Watchmen Views: 1545 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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My heart skips a beat when I notice my front door slightly ajar. I actually freeze in place, afraid. It’s funny, in it’s sick way, Nite-Owl, cowering at the thought of her home being robbed. Well, I have plenty to be afraid of, like my secret being exposed. The last thing I want is to be hounded like Rorschach. Slowly, I push the door open and she’s right there, eating cold beans out of the can, my beans, my partner, Rorschach. “Shorp...lep... Hello Danielle. Got hungry waiting. Helped myself to some beans. Hope you don’t mind.” Her monotone voice always sent a shiver down my spine. She doesn’t frighten me, which probably proves how crazy I must be, but she does make me feel... uncomfortable.
“Rorschach? How do you keep getting in here?” I ask her. She just downs another spoonful and I give up on my last question. “Uhh... that is, no! No, of course I don’t mind... uh... you want me to heat those up for you or anything?”
“No need. Fine like this.” Now that’s disturbing. “Came by to check on you. Worried you might be in trouble.”
“Why’s that? An old bird watcher like me? Who would bother?” She reaches into her coat and drops a button on my kitchen counter. Yellow smiley face with a stain on it. “This little stain, is that bean juice or...”
“That’s right. Human bean juice. Ha ha. Badge belonged to the Comedian. Blood too. She’s dead.”
“Dead? The Comedian? Wow... that... jeez, really? That’s hard too imagine...”
“Beaten to death in her penthouse. Tossed out the window. Big fall. Very messy.”
The image of an old bird like the Comedian turned sidewalk pizza made my stomach turned. Never did like the nasty stuff, always left that for Rorschach, she loved it. “Shit... that’s horrible. Who do you think did it? A mugger?”
“A common mugger kill the Comedian? Impossible. Most likely mask killer.”
“Mask killer? Oh common, don’t be paranoid. She did a lot of wet work for the government, maybe it was a political thing?”
“Assassination by communists? Probable. Still, worried about you. If it is mask killer, you might be next. Afraid I’d never see you again.”
That caught me more off guard than the news about the Comedian. “Hey... I know we used to be partners but I thought you preferred the loner life. That I was just... you know, slowing you down.”
My heart’s beating faster, I think my face is flushing. Damn, I always had these moments back when we were Watchmen but I had a mask to hide behind. It must look really obvious to her now, I’m so embarrassed. “You did. I didn’t mind. You’re a good friend, Danielle. Good partner. You’re still as cute, too.”
“What? No, please, look at me. I’m a decade older and thirty pounds heavier.”
“Always your problem Danielle. Always worried about appearance.” She never did like to beat around the bush. My gaze averts downward, what she said made me feel so shallow. I didn’t see her approach me, surprised me when she cradled my doughy chin between her gloved fingers and pressed her lips to my own. I would lie if I said I never wished for something like this to happen between me and Rorschach but the overpowering smell of cold beans on her breath nearly kills the mood. “Not like me, I know. But worried this might be our last night together. Mask killer might target you next. Want to show you how much I always treasured our friendship.”
This is all so confusing. I always thought she was some kind of extreme right wing enforcer and now she’s... she’s coming on to me. I pull myself away from her, my head’s swimming. “No... this doesn’t... I mean I don’t...”
She laughs as she warps her arms around me from behind. “Same Danielle. As always, needing me to make the first move.”
From behind, she starts to undress me. I should be stopping her but if she really believes there’s someone out there trying to kill us... maybe it’ll help her calm down, maybe even listen to reason. Slowly, I begin undressing myself, carelessly letting my coat and blouse drop to the floor. I can’t help but let my eyes wander south, staring at the fold of flesh protruding out from my mid-section. A gloved hand slips around my waist and gives my fat a firm but gently squeeze. Embarrassed, I try to pull away. “No...”
“No shame, Danielle. Always valued your mind more anyway. Besides, fun to play with.” She laughs again as she shakes my body fat in her hand. The other hand slips under my bra cup and fondles my breast, that rough glove rasping against my nipple makes me gasp out a breath. She starts guiding me down to the floor and I have no will to do anything more than comply. The hand on my stomach now slides into my panties and a finger, a cloth covered finger, runs along the length of my slit. It’s been so long since I’ve been touched by anyone but myself that I shudder. “Hard gloves, soft body. Makes foreplay easier, doesn’t it?”
I feel a hot breath brush against my neck just before her wet tongue runs against my collar bone. It’s slimy, her spittle feels thick on my skin and my breathing begins to get labored. “Y..yes...”
Rorschach guides me down until I’m flat on my back. She slides down my bottom and exposes the orifice she was playing with not too long ago. I can’t see past the back part of her coat as it dangles between her legs but I can hear her spit. Can’t help but tense when I feel it splash against my lower lips. Of course, that was nothing compared to what she did next. Without warning, she slapped her glove hand right down on my cunt and forced a scream out of me. “Sensitive girl.” She lowers her head and laps her tongue against my clitoris the same way a kitten laps her milk from a bowl. This goes on for a full minute while I was powerless to do nothing more than squirm underneath her. She stops but only to slurp up the trail of pre-cum her teasing has aroused out of me. “Hurm, salty sweet.”
“Must... ah... be all that... sugar in... coffee...” Before I could get my bearings again, Rorschach had already shifted her position, now looking down at me face to... er... mask. I reach up, hoping I could peel it away to see her freckled face but she holds my hand steady. “Please...”
“No. Face stays on,” she tells me before guiding my hand behind her belt. I can feel the coarse, curly hairs of her womanhood twirl and grasp around my fingers as I slowly feel around for her entrance. She groans softly as I rub her and she in turns behinds to rub mine with that gloved hand of her’s. In tandem, we fondle one another, our breathing becomes heavy, her chest heaves under her thick coat, what little of her face that I can see becomes flushed. I can only imagine how I must look, I can feel beads of cold sweat forming quickly on my forehead, sliding down across my flesh. She merely pants but I moan and groan like some teenager giving it up for the first time. She’s good, she’s amazing and me? I can barely keep up for five minutes before jizzing out all over her hand and onto my thighs. Slowly, she removes her sticky fingers from my person and pulls my hand off from her’s as I weakly pant in the afterglow. Callously, she cleans the mess off by wiping her hand against her coat and promptly stands up. “Same Danielle, same problem. No staying power.”
She walks for the door and I barely have enough composure to rise back to my feet. “No... please, don’t go. I don’t see you for so long and we share this amazing moment and... and you’re just going to leave?”
I spy her pocketing a handful of my sugar cubes before opening the door. “Mask killer still out there. Only came by to warn you. Make my peace with you. Maybe we could have had something special together but you quit. Leaving now. Going to see Dr. Manhattan. See what she knows.”
Her words cut deep, make me so mad I want to grab a knife and stab her! But I know better, she’d break my hand no problem just for principal if I did that. Also, as insensitive as she is, I still love her more than I should. “A... alright. But try to stay out of tro... out of jail anyway.”
“Hurm, we’ll see.” And then, she was gone. Psychopath, vigilante, partner, friend, and for a few beautiful moments, lover. I really hope nothing happens to her.
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