Desperate

Alex felt a uprising wave of humilation and degration crash over her while she flashed her body at men walking down the night-life, commercial streets of New York City, selling herself for fifty bucks an hour. She was so low on cash, this was her only choice. She saw Rorschach begin to walk down the street in the rain. She turned away until he passed. There was no way any of the Watchmen could know.

Harsh

"You say you did this for peace...but Adrian, don't you get it? You've killed children, adults...innocent, decent people. People who could've gone on to do life-changing things in this world. And you cut them off. That is your legacy." Alex said desperately, tears streaking down her cheeks. Adrian looked at her breathlessly, his lip bleeding at right eye bruised.

Shocking

"It would be useless to lose the peace that so many died for today." Adrian attempted. Alex glared at him, her heart thumping. She was infuriated, "Peace based on a lie." Adrian strictly eyed her with a flick of his head. It was a look that was authoritative and annoted, a look Alex always rolled her eyes at when Adrian gave it to her. "But peace nonetheless." He corrected.

Close

The coldness of Alex's junky, old apartment sent shivers through her spine and her veins, her blood running cold. She bit her lip and shuffled into Adrian's nearby body for warmth; he clutched her shoulder and brought her into him. She buried her face in his chest and felt the comfort of sleep drift upon her.

Freaked

"Shit." Alex stammered, her fingertips feeling the blood coming from her forehead, as a result from banging against Adrian's metal desk in escape of the assassin. Adrian was looking at the cut on her head. "Adrian, it's just a little blood." Alex groaned, as he sweeped strands of blond hair out off her forehead. He rolled his eyes, speaking without his accent, "Alex, just this once. Let me handle it."

Critical

The Comedian huffed in his cigar, which resided clutched in his teeth, "Alex, keep watch out over yourself. Do that for me, okay?" She quizzically glanced at the Comedian, "What do you mean?" He rolled his eyes from behind his mask and huffed at her, "You know, sweetheart. You know how Veidt-" but was cut off just as Adrian grabbed her by the hand and began leading her away, "Let's go, Alex." She allowed herself to walk away into the night with him, stealing a glance behind her, to see the Comedian at the front door of the hideout in the shadows, puffing on the cigarrette, watching her leave.