When it comes to Rock people are as blind as fuck all, at least that's what Dutch has found. Some can see it, he can, Balalaika has her moments, even with the sunglasses Chang seems to be seeing fine. Some can see only glimpses, Eda narrows her eyes every once in a while. And some can see jack shit, Benny-Boy and Revy fall deep down into this category.
At first it was pretty excusable, for the non-observant. Dressed in khakis and a tie, speaking English extremely well but not quite managing to hide that Japanese businessman accent of his, stiffly walking about looking like he was gonna shit his pants it was a small wonder that everyone stepped over him. Even before that crazy ass idea with the torpedo and the helicopter there had been something in his eyes, something hard and flat that you didn't see unless you lived in a shithole like Roanapur, he had eyes like a real veteran.
Where the fuck do you get eyes like that when you're a business man in Tokyo?
A few years of business later and the man's far too smooth in his movements not to be a shark. He still dresses the part of the Japanese business man, tie and all, but he doesn't hesitate in the streets or the alleys and after all this time if he was a seal there would have been blood in the water ages ago. He carries on, like it's still somehow all Tokyo, as if Roanapur isn't where scum leftover from Vietnam go to die.
At this point, if you can't see it, you're trying too hard not to.
For Benny-boy Rock is his new normal, a bit greener even than him, a guy caught in the wrong place at the wrong time and somehow keeping his head above water. Instead of just Benny in the gutter it's now Benny and Rock and who wants to be alone in Roanapur.
For Revy it's a bit more complicated. The short story is that she needs someone to idealize and to grind into dust all in the same moment, her standard of that precious normal she never got to have, something she can rebel at and long for all in the same moment. If this were a fairy tale then Revy needs Rock to play the part of Prince Charming because she knows that no other man on a white horse is going to come riding down into that harbor. The days she goes the most crazy, when Whitman fever comes out in force, it's usually the days she has to acknowledge that her white knight isn't as white as she'd thought.
Revy's safe for the moment, Benny-boy too, because Rock doesn't know what he is.
Rock isn't a wolf in the sheep clothing of Japonski the businessman, he's a wolf raised by sheep to think that he too is just another sheep. Maybe a black sheep, a sheep that didn't quite fit the sheep-like mold, but just another sheep none the less. That's the real key to the situation.
"It's too fucking bad he can't even hold a gun." Revy will comment every once in a while, "Then maybe we could get some cover that isn't complete shit."
The day Rock holds a gun and learns how to use it is the day that a new crime lord rolls into town, because Rock has got it, whatever it is needed to make a Chang or a Balalaika Rock's got the words and the nerve for it without even thinking. Once he's got the gun it's all over.
So right now Dutch figures it's best to let him simmer, keep the heat on low, hope that the pile of dead bodies mounting against him doesn't get too high to handle and when it does bunker down and prepare for hell to hit.
Somehow, he thinks, he knows that when Rock goes off it's going to be worse than ten robot maids.
Author's Note: Because I really like Black Lagoon and I do have the feeling that Rock would manage to be worse than Roberta, because he has the potential to be quite terrifying. Thanks for reading reviews are appreciated.
Disclaimer: I don't own Black Lagoon.