A quick one-shot. Hope you like it.
I've done some editing here and there. Nothing major. In addition, thank you very much for the reviews. They're very much appreciated.
A/N - Watchmen copyright does not belong to me, never has, never will.
Compelled
She was in front of him-staring at him. It felt uncomfortable to stare back, even with a countenance that gave no clues to his thoughts-his face, although this time, his breath was slightly more insistent than usual. He could almost feel his features bleed across his jaw and up his cheeks. She was pretty, in a way. Her hair was a startling red, not like his hair-no-Kovac's hair. Reaching out to touch the red strands just a few inches away, he stopped. She wouldn't shy away, of that he had no doubt, but touching it would be too...personal.
He'd seen her before, had passed her whilst in his disguise. She often carried books and papers-possibly a student of some sort, someone with a little hope for the future in this Godless city. Not a whore. Not his mother.
She had dropped her books once. In the rain, Kovacs helped her pick them up. She gave him a rare smile, thanked him and went on her way.
He didn't know her name. She hadn't told him. He never asked. What's in a name? he thought, resting the lip of his mask over the bridge of his nose. Questions were pointless in a moment such as this. She glared at him with large black eyes, egging him on to take action.
Tilting his head, Rorschach edged closer to her face and suddenly snapped his head back. What was the point? He knew what she was asking of him, what future she had chosen for him and he would comply. He knew she wouldn't chastise him or frown over his lifestyle and needs. No! Kovac's needs...Kovac's lifestyle-soft. Freeing a gloved hand, he ran a calloused finger along the top of her hand and along her wrist-soft.
Rorschach leant away from her, from the smooth skin, from the scarlet lips, from the matted red locks that was not her natural hair colour but still natural, in a fashion. He dropped her pale wrist and slid his bloodied fingers back into his lilac glove. He pulled his face back over his mask and rose from the crimson stained pavement. Within seconds he vanished back into the city's darkened arteries to seek and to take the future away from the murderer who had stolen hers.