Disclaimer: If I owned Rorschach, I wouldn't probably have to resort to writing fanfiction ^_^.
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Passive:
May 21st
First day of summer.
Heat from the summer air mixed with the sounds of impatient driver blasting their horns and flowed through the open window of the apartment. The sheer, ratty curtains that had been put up the previous tenant did little to keep out the noise. Though it was nearly three in the afternoon, despite the noises that were annoyingly loud, a man slept.
His hands, knuckles bruised and scarred, were folded over his chest, rising and falling in gentle motions. The freckles that graced his skin were like a picture from a child's coloring book; a page of connect the dots.
The man had been asleep since dawn, resting from a night filled with battles. The shabby curtains swayed with a gentle breeze, parting down the middle to give a peeping neighbor a good view into his room. However, the neighbor wasn't looking. She never looked.
She was well aware the window was open, the curtains were see-through, and that there was a man in the room, sleeping quietly. Across the alley, in a one bedroom apartment that was barely big enough to live in, lived a girl.
Her life was fairly normal. Days that were filled with a 9 to 5 job, a semi-serious relationship, and many hours spent alone. She was normal…and completely oblivious to the fact that her life did not go unnoticed like she so often thought. Her life was watched for hours before the night.
When she ate, what she ate, what she watched on her small television with the fuzzy picture, what flowers her boyfriend brought her…it was all seen.
Five thirty.
Across the alley, in the small one bedroom apartment, the front door slammed. Eyes opened at the sound and the man sat up slowly in his bed. Sun was setting in the distance, its glow blocked by the massive buildings of the city. He pulled his legs over the side of the bed and set his bare feet on the floor.
With hands on his knees, the man looked through the sheer fabric of the curtains and watched. Like clockwork, the girl took her shoes off and threw them beside the closet, reaching behind her head to take her hair out of the bun she kept it in. He watched as it bounced around her shoulders, falling against her back and chest in black curls.
He never watched her change clothes. Bad.
Naked. Filthy.
She changed into her pajama pants and a tank top before settling against the couch to watch the news. Her eyes were sad as she watched the reporter telling details of a missing boy, age 5. Her heart was aching and he could see it in her eyes.
With a visible sigh, she turned the channel and rested her head on the arm of the couch. She didn't move for 45 minutes and he suspected her to have fallen asleep. Hurm.
He stood and made his way to the dresser full of clothes that was stuffed in the corner of the room. He changed his undershirt, folding the week old garment and placing it in a hamper of dirty clothes. Just as he slipped on his familiar pinstriped pants, a voice brought him back to the window.
Shadows were cast throughout his room, letting him fall into them unseen. Boyfriend.
No flowers.
She kissed him on the cheek and handed him the remote. The man paused in his motions as her boyfriend tossed the remote aside and kissed her once, twice, over and over.
They lay on the couch, her legs parting around his hips as their movements were being watched. Kovacs growled low and slipped his arms inside his coat, buttoning it halfway and tying the belt around his thin waist. He paused before leaving his room, looked back across the alley.
Nearly naked now. Filthy.
Rapists in back alley somewhere, scum to be exterminated. Kovacs left, his mask deep in his trench coat pocket, waiting to be exposed. Rorschach waited.
An- Just a start…don't be too hard on me! I respond well to constructive crit.