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American Lion –
Rorschach's journal date '17 November 1912, been almost a year since, I came into the procession of this journal. It was given to me by package in the mail, shortly after the death of my old friend. I read the entire journal and couldn't believe what, I had read. His last wish was for me his friend to have his journal printed so that all would know what he had fought for so long against. That had taken his life in the end. Reading his journal made me realized what he was taking about during our years together. He the shadowy figure in the dark while, I walk broadly in the light as the New York City Police Commissioner who decided to fight fire with fire as the American Lion. I still have my old costume as a costume hero. The mountain lion's head and it's remaining paw still sits on display over my fireplace. I still wear it when it's needed. But, I find it harder now that he's gone.
I still remember getting reports of a man wearing a white mask with a black spot that changes shape. I also remember the fight we had when, I spotted him after he had broken into one of the whore houses. He gave me a fight that, I always remember. And the chase only ended when he leap onto the passing train on the elevated tracks. After that, I quickly whip up the police into better shape. Since, I was the only one who had given chase.
It was my daughter who gave me the idea to dress up as he did. She was reading the paper following the story of the mask hero who had given his name as Rorschach. He was fighting to protect the people that others look away when they saw them on the streets. The slums of the city was in better hands then the police at that time. So when my daughter said, I should be like him, I did with the help of my family. They had so much time helping me decide in what, my costume should be. Then one of the kids found the old mountain lion's skin in a trunk and tried to have me wear it by throwing it on me. It's head and one of it's paws landed on my shoulders instead. When, I look into the mirror, I saw that was all that, I needed. I didn't needed to hide who, I am. I just needed something to catch people's attention. And, I became the American Lion.
Now looking back and the odd friendship, I had with Rorschach the man who started the costume hero age. Yes even with him gone there are still young people who dream in defending others from those who prey on the weak. With names as the Miner, The White Rider, Dream Works, Ghoul and many others. It seems that no major city in the United States can really be called a great city without at least one costume hero now. The Justice Guild that, I started along with all of its chapters help keep the heroes in order and define what it means to be a hero. I may have set down but when, I see a hero getting to be a problem, I still can take them down. Which is better then what Rorschach would have done.
Which is why, I must finish his story. You who read his words may not believe what he wrote. Being from the future or a man who became a god sent him back through time. But hear these final chapters. For this will be his and my own final battle with the man only known as Joykill. And his death in the words of the man who knew him the best. His friend, Theodore Roosevelt. (1)
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Author's Notes -
1 - I still can't believe that no one has ever written a superhero comic where, T.R. help the hero out. I mean there are so many Elsewhere comics where the DC heroes started out early but no comic has him in it.
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