Authors Note: Yea, so I've never written a fic before, just so you know. This is a Watchmen, mostly Rorschach, fic. I've read the book, and seen the movie (wasn't bad). It's been a while since I've read the book, so I've smudged the dates and ages a little. The main character's history will be revealed throughout the story, if I continue. If I get a lot of negative feed back I might just squish it. Now on with the show!
Disclaimer: The watchmen belong to Moore, not me. Only Susie is my character. And I'm not making any money from either of them.
Oh FYI, Susie lives with Dan/ Night Owl, he's like a surrogate dad. And this starts before the comic, she doesn't know he a watchmen.
"Mac'n Cheese with hot dogs, my favorite." Susie said, grinning like a child. She was close to eighteen but was very easy to amuse and small things like what was for diner easily made her day. Dan chuckled at her amusement.
They made small talk over diner, and finished at the same time. They got up from the table and she gave Dan a hug. "We haven't had that in a while, thanks." Then she went to wash dishes.
"I'm just glad the little things still make you happy." He said with a chuckle. She reached down into the water to get the rag and grabbed the knife instead, cutting her finger. She quickly grabbed her finger and ran upstairs to her bathroom, saying "Be right back." Dan just sighed and took over the dishes, careful not to grab the knife.
BUNK, BUNK
The noise startled Dan. 'Who could that be at this hour?' He thought to himself, going to the door. He opened the door and found Rorschach standing there. The wind outside blowing fiercely behind him.
Dan half stepped out to whisper to him, "Dang it, Rorschach! You know you're not supposed to come through the front door. What's going on?" All the Watchmen knew of Night Owls predicament and kept themselves hidden by only using the basement access. Dan kept the basement door locked and Susie never tried to go down there.
"Need stitches. Front door was closer." The rough voice said through the placid mask. Dan sighed and opened the door for him. "Quick," he said, "to the basement." Rorschach led the way and Dan only glanced at the stairs before shutting the door and fallowing Rorschach to the basement.
Upstairs Susie had no idea of what had transpired. She nursed her finger for a while before deciding it didn't need a bandage. She was leaving her bathroom when she heard a loud slamming noise. She hurried to her bedroom and grabbed her baseball bat before running downstairs.
When she reached the last step she surveyed the room. The front door was wide open. Dan hadn't closed it all the way when letting Rorschach in, the wind had blown it open. Susie didn't know this. Looking around she saw no one. She shut the door as quickly and as quietly as possible and went to look for Dan. In the kitchen she noted the dishes still in the sink. She was about to go to the next room when she noticed the door to the basement was slightly open. She went to investigate. Slowly she opened the door and stepped in.
She heard someone coming up the steps and decided it was the person who opened the front door, and she wanted to catch them. She stood at the top of the steps and waited, with her feet shoulder-width apart and the bat between her feet like a cane. She saw the coated, hated figure coming up the steps, head down. 'If he's done anything to Dan he will pay,' was all she kept thinking.
Three steps from the top Rorschach realized there was a figure there and stopped, looking up at her. He knew who she was, and that he wasn't supposed to hurt her. What a predicament. Not the wanted to hurt her, but if circumstances went bad he wouldn't feel bad about it.
When she saw who he was she was shocked. "You're Ror,-Ror, that guy!" She had a hard time pronouncing certain words, his name was no exception.
"Rorschach." he said impatiently, his mask moved to match his tone.
"You're only supposed to go after criminals." she said, getting angry at the injustice. "Dan aint no criminal, and he don't know nothing 'bout no criminals!" She started to raise her bat "If you hurt him..."
"What? You'll hurt me?" He was more than willing to show her how little use a bat really was against him. He maintained his composure and waited for her to make a move. But she ignored him and yelled "Are you alright Dan?" around him. She hadn't noticed Dan halfway up the steps behind him, but she did notice a six-inch cut in the right shoulder of the hero's jacket.
"Of course I am." Dan said, mildly shocked to see Susie with her bat at the top of the stairs. "Rorschach just needed some stitches."
At that her demeanor did a complete one-eighty. She became the polite hostess. "Well that's completely different. Sir, would you like some diner? We've got plenty and it's still warm." She then turned and went into the kitchen. In the kitchen she turned to face them.
Rorschach was about to protest but she started in again. "And while you're eating I can patch that hole in you're jacket." She didn't do that for everyone, but she admired the Watchmen, and wanted to give them all the support she could.
"I wouldn't decline Rorschach; she's excellent with a needle."
Rorschach grumbled, "Alright."
Susie went upstairs to put her bat away and get her supplies. When she got back down stairs the coat was on the couch, and Dan was at the table with Rorschach. Rorschach was facing away from her, eating with his mask half off. She noticed the right sleeve of the hero was quite bloody. She was surprised to see that the jacket had very little blood on it at all. She searched through her brown threads; none of them matched the jacket. "Pardon me, sir." She said to the men at the table.
Dan looked up, Rorschach turned his head, just enough to see her out of the corner of his eye. She could barley see any of his face. "I don't have the right color thread, but I can twist two different colors together and get very close. No one should be able to tell."
" 'S'fine." was all he said, and went back to his food.
"Kay." She said with a smile to the back of his head, or to Dan, she wasn't sure. She went back to work. She was done exceptionally quick, and was tieing the end when she heard Dan tell Rorschach "She's very good. Her uncle owned a tailor shop."
When she heard that her mind wandered off. She remembered being a little girl running around the shop, watching everyone work. No, not everyone, just one, a young man with red hair. She remembered the fire.
She didn't realize her finger was that close to the needle. She pricked her finger. (The opposite hand she cut) She gasped and put her finger in her mouth. She used her other hand to cut the thread. Then she placed the coat on the couch and went upstairs to tend to her finger. Rorschach would be gone when she came back down.