Glad some people liked it! I thought that the chapter was long cause I usually don't write that much but I don't think the story will end soon. So there'll be plenty of fun. Bwahaha.

Disclaimer: I don't own any ideas from Avatar: The Last Airbender, nor Watchmen. They belong to their respective creators. But any original characters and ideas belong to me.

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"Who..."

"...Fought like a possessed man..."

"No one but..."

"... Face..."

"... Spots moving like ink..."

"Who..."

"... Need help..."

"... Avatar Aang..."

He woke up behind bars and with a throbbing head. The fall must have hurt more than he expected. And he was in prison. Again. He had been captured twice recently. Both times he was taken by surprise. He must be losing his touch, to his dismay.

Sitting up from the cot he was resting on, he noticed that they haven't taken off his mask, or changed his clothes. Some jail they were running. He was glad that they didn't touch his face though, unlike last time.

He could also see that there were guards outside his cell. They looked more competent than the ones he faced yesterday. Was it yesterday? He could've been knocked out for a long time...

"Don't move!" One of them cried out when he stepped onto the floor. As soon as his foot touched the stony surface, rocks leaped up and wrapped around it. He was somewhat suspecting that some sort of magic happen, and grabbed onto the railing of his bed so he wouldn't fall over.

"I heard what you did to Zing Jou, and that poor man on the streets. You're like some kind of... demon! Using strange weapons to kill everyone you see! And anything is a weapon in your hands!"

The other man pointed his spear threateningly at him. "We're not taking any chances though! There's nothing in your cell that you can use, and if you even try to get near us, we'll Earthbend the crap out of you!"

That didn't bother him. He glanced at the one with the spear, and then at the one that made his shackles. With Earthbending, he assumed. Staring at him for a long while, he let go of his bed and took another step with his free foot.

Like he expected, the man thrust an arm towards him and more rocks rose over and around it. He could see that despite his words, he was still very much afraid. And that Earthbending works with certain motions of the limbs. Like the energy to cause the earth to move was channeled through the arms and legs.

Which means if he broke them, they couldn't be able to do anything to overpower him. Except he couldn't exactly do that with his feet buried and stone. And it would waste a lot of time to disable all of them. This was one of the many instances where killing people was more convenient than crippling them...

"I bet you're getting uncomfortable, aren't you?" One of the guards gloated. "Well you're going to stay that way for a while! You deserve it, for injuring Zing Jou and his platoon!"

He tuned out his chatting with his own thoughts. They were mostly about plans on how to get out of here. And a part of him was wishing that Dan and Laurie were here in this place.... so they can help break him out, if all else failed.

"Actually, you're getting a lucky break. The Avatar's coming over here soon, to check you out, so you won't be stuck like this forever!" He rattled his bars, hoping to irritate the prisoner. "A lot of people think you're the Spirit of Vengeance, Rok Sha. I admit, you do look like him a bit. Both of you have a constantly shifting black and white face. But that's it. Sure, you have that strange small staff that releases ink, and you came out of nowhere in a flash of blue light. That's what some witnesses said. But your face? It's a mask. You put it on right after you got here. They said that also. So you're just a crazy man, pretending to be Rok Sha, and killing people while you're at it!

"Spirit or not, that isn't right. So it's my pleasure to keep you trapped in here. Permanently."

He was intrigued at the interesting tidbits that he heard out of the entire rant. The Avatar. Rok Sha, the Spirit of Vengeance. It was a mere coincidence that he looked like something revered in their world. But the Avatar... he remembered the woman talking about him. Also worshipped here. And very much a real person, from what he could gather.

"Kaido, you know you're not allowed to talk to the spirit. Not that much anyway." The other guard told the talkative one, still pointing his spear at him.

"He's not a spirit! Weren't you listening to me?" He threw up his hands in frustration. "If all of you weren't so scared to touch him, even when he's unconscious, then you would've seen that his face is a mask! A stupid mask!"

He half-hoped that the guards would start fighting, which would distract them enough to get him free. But they remained vigilant, and his feet stayed stuck to the ground.

He stuck his hands into his pocket, fishing around for something useful. Though they hadn't taken off his mask, they had emptied out everything in his jacket. That or everything fell out when he was knocked into the air.

"Sir! Avatar Aang is here!"

"Already?" The guard, Kaido, turned away from the captive for a moment to face someone rushing in. "We just sent a message to him this morning!"

"He was in the area, and sky bisons are really fast. Should he be sent in now?"

Sighing, the man nodded and gestured the other guard to relax his position. "If there's anyone that can get to the bottom of this spirit madness, it's the Avatar."

He looked up as the door outside squeaked open. He had heard things about him, how he ended the war and how powerful he was. Maybe he was like Jon to these people, in function anyway. He was a bit apprehensive on how he was, on a personal level. He didn't want another godlike person smiting him or banishing him to another world.

A thirteen year old kid clutching a staff walked in and in front of his cell. He was dressed simply, like a monk, and had arrows adorning his head and limbs. Curious, and not what at all he expected from a savior.

Because was this place so pathetic, that it needed a child to save them?

"This is the 'spirit', huh?" The Avatar held onto a bar and peered in like he was an exhibit in a zoo. "Looks the part, with the face and all. But doesn't feel like it."

Kaido nudged his partner and smiled. "I was right, you see?" He whispered into his ear.

"It doesn't hurt to check though. Mind if I come in?"

It seemed like the question was aimed at the prisoner, even though he turned to face the guards when he asked. They glanced at each other for a moment before tossing the keys towards him.

"Thanks."

After opening the door, he closed it again and tossed the keys back at the guards. He still remained out of reach. And it didn't look like he was stupid enough to make a mistake either. A mistake that would give him a chance of freedom.

"Hmmm…" The Avatar stepped closer, smiling slightly like this was some kind of game. He stared down at the feet shackles and gave a quizzical look at the guards.

"Hey, he's dangerous! He would've killed you by now if he could!"

"Doesn't look dangerous to me." He shrugged. He returned his glance to the stranger, and before he could blink, darted in and flicked his forehead before returning to his previous spot. Out of reach again.

"He isn't a spirit. His face, though it looks like Rok Sha's, is made out of fabric. A strange kind, but it isn't the kind spirits wear."

How could he tell all that from the spilt second he touched him? And backing up a bit, how did he move so fast that he almost missed what he did?

"So if he isn't a spirit, what is he? He appeared in a burst of blue light! Isn't that something… spiritual?"

"I dunno." The Avatar replied. "I might have to look up that trick later. But he's just a regular person."

"A regular person?! He killed a person for no reason and took out a group of our best guards!"

"If that's your best, then it was my pleasure to show how weak they were."

All faces turned towards the speaker. The person that was standing in the cell, bound by the earth, and didn't seem to care too much about it.

"Ok. Let's try this again." The boy waved his hand, as if hoping to wipe out the tension in the air.

It did do something. The rocks around his feet sank back into the ground, and he was free to move around if he felt like it. He was shocked by the action, and expected that the guards would reapply the manacles. They didn't.

"My name's Aang. You probably figured that I'm the Avatar already. What's yours?"

"Rorschach."

He heard the guards gasp when he spoke again. Not because he was being talkative for once, but most likely because it had a strong resemblance of the Spirit of Vengeance's name.

"Nice to meet you-"

Aang was cut off by the sudden movement from Rorschach. His fingers wrapped around his small neck, and he was in position to snap it with the slightest pressure.

"None of you will move unless I tell you to or else he gets it." He hissed. "And listen very carefully. One of you will open the door, and I'll walk out of here without interruption. I'm taking the Avatar with me until I am free, and if there's any interference, he gets his little neck broken. And that would be a damn shame, wouldn't it?"

The guards were shaking in the boots, and one of them looked like he was going to do it. His hands were white and sweaty with fear as they gripped the keys tightly and shuffled his way towards the door.

"No! Stop! I'll be fine!" Aang shouted out, making the guard stop in his tracks.

"I don't see how kid. OPEN THE DOOR OR HE DIES!"

None of them moved. His fingers squeezed a little closer.

"Do you really mean it?" The child said, panting heavily. "Most people… they don't have the guts to kill. Including myself. And they end up fine without doing so."

"Not me. I wouldn't regret it if I broke your neck now." He tried to constrict his hand some more, but found that he couldn't do it. Not because he didn't want to, but because it was frozen. Literally. Ice crystals were growing on his gloves, and every time the Avatar breathed on them, more encased his fingers.

"By the way, you smell really bad. It doesn't hurt to wash yourself, especially your hands. Since your sweat makes your gloves wet, and that can be frozen."

With that, Aang jabbed his staff into his side and slid out from his grasp when he was distracted with pain. Before Rorschach could even react, a gust of air slammed into him and drove him into the back wall, where he was quickly enclosed by a wall of earth.

Damn. More surprise magic. He almost expected someone to be breathing fire next.

"Avatar! Are you alright?" Seeing that the man was subdued again, the guards had enough courage to open the doors and let him out of the room. The boy rubbed his neck and glanced at the prisoner again. He didn't look angry, he looked like he was confused to him…

"I'm alright." He told them. "I really wish he didn't have to be locked up like that though."

"He's dangerous! It was lucky you thought of that or else you would've been done for!"

"For this life." The Avatar let out a small laugh. "I'll try again tomorrow, see if I can get some more details into who he really is. For now, keep a really, really close eye on him. But don't torture him either. I don't think he deserves that yet."

Aang looked at him one last time before walking away, his staff making a clanging noise with every step. The echoing of the door slamming indicated his departure for now, and Rorschach was alone with the guards again.