She is crawling towards him, a sexy smile on her face. Her body is clad in a hot red, form fitting one piece. It dips deliciously in the front, showing a sinfully modest amount of cleavage. The sharp smell of salt is clinging to her wet skin and damp hair. She brings her lips to his masked ones and they share a kiss.

Rorschach opens his eyes to see the dark ceiling of his apartment room. He can't help but slam a fist into his pillow, frustrated he dreamt such an awful dream. He mutters under his breath and leaves, suiting up to meet the siren who had sang to him during his slumber.