AN; Hello all! So ah, I was suddenly inspired by a Batman fanfiction that I had read awhile back. But instead of trying to do my own way with the Joker or another character for that series, I was all like 'Why not Adrian from Watchmen?'! And this weird little thing came to existence! So er, please tell me what you think of it and maybe I'll continue :D

DISCLAIMER; If I owned, I would making a seqeul thinger to the movie AND comics.

I noticed the voice back after the meeting with the other costume heroes back in '66. It came to me when I had been holding the burned chart in between my fingers, when my plan started to form. And it was then that I thought that maybe I had created a voice to calm myself down of the inner turmoil that would later plague for me years. It turned out to be absolutely preposterous. How could I be going mad when things were just coming together for me? Back then it hadn't been the right time!

And so the voice was blocked.

But several years later, the voice was louder. It was yelling at something, or more or less, at the television when the Keane Act was passed. Startled at first, I had looked around cautiously to try and see with whom it could actually be. When I saw that it was no one once again, the voice was ignored.

Really, it wasn't until around the '80s that odd things seemed to happen around my person. Little things always seemed to be out of place in my office and in my bedroom. Little notes started to appear on my bedroom door, tooth brush in the mouth wash. I thought that maybe I had a little prankster in my cleaning staff. So I called a meeting.

No one had done anything.

None of them had lied.

Then, on December 4th, 1984 sheshowed up within my vision. I had been checking my appearance for an interview with a hot new show then, brushing any stray strands of hair out of my face before I was called out. But my eyes caught something in the back of my room. Turning sharply towards it, I thought a fangirl had (once again) managed to get into my room somehow without security knowing. Turning around, she disappeared but within the mirror I saw her clearly.

She was fairly strange looking.

This fact was much more apparent when I could see the wall through her fairly tall form.

Her eyes widened as I looked right back at her.

"You... you can see me now?," I heard her whisper. "OH holy crap! I've been trying to do this since 1966! Can you really see me Adrian?"

Taking in her appearance, I could tell, for some odd reason, that she was not from the time I had matured in. A large, green shirt with several randomly coloured skulls lay about it haphazardly, along with a pair of tight jeans that seemed to be at her hips. Her hair as well, seemed to defy my time then as well. Very long in the front, very short in the back. She just didn't seem to fit.

She was gone then as the producer came in to escort me to the set.

To say the least, I was fairly certain that I had just had a moment of insanity. But I did not show my discomfort while being interveiwed.

It was not until the night of the Comedian's death that she showed up for good.

"I'm not going to leave you alone now!," she growled at me. "What you did was even worse then what he was able to do! Don't think I won't let you get away with it!"

I think I was glad then, that no one could see her annoying little presence. Although I was highly annoyed that this girl was here to stay but I never let her see or feel the emotion. It would just make things even worse for us both.