Storyverse. Dan/Rorschach, mature, sexual themes and actions, some violence, spoilers. Not what really happened, but all takes place in a time slot left blank by Moore and Gibbons, who own these characters. I only own my ideas. (first Watchmen fic, please be gentle) Thanks so much to my informal beta, vaudeville.
"There there, Walter. You'll be okay. You used to bath regularly, once upon a time..."
"Hurm." Tired. Very tired. Impact of actions settling in. Slept with Daniel. Showered with Daniel. Am currently cuddling with Daniel. Naked. Deeper understanding of criminal mentality. Euphoria caused by ejaculation motivation in self for rape, abuse, murder. Always knew Sex, Money, and Drugs reasons behind violent action. Now understand. Gives upset feeling, physically. Nausea. Stress. Silently nudge into Daniel for comfort. Daniel babbling about old times. Don't care to listen. Sleepy.
Also, wet. Don't like wet. Rain another matter. Tap water disgusting. Know sewers, pipes. Though perhaps Archie water different? Hurm. Must consider further. But not now. On trip back. Assuming survival, of course. Still not certain. Veidt and I never friendly. Disdain for decadent liberal ways. Immoral, hedonistic. Rich. Could put money to far better uses. Also, whore. Not sexually; socially. Prostitute, giving image for masses, for money. Nostalgia smells decent, however. Daniel wears it. Stole some from dresser, two days ago.
Like smelling like Daniel. Gives warm feeling...where do we stand now? Lovers? Idea sounds silly. Good friends who have sex? Immoral. Very immoral. Sex takes place in marriages. No. Can't marry Daniel. Sillier than 'lovers'. The Hiroshima lovers back home not need think of such things. Black paint on red brick, no problems. Just stay perfectly entwined, looking into each other's shadow eyes. Romantic thoughts. Hurm. New. Fresh. Exciting. Hope? Hurm. Hope for life with Daniel...
Makes stomach flutter. Fight crime again, side by side. Clean up streets, rid city of evil. A team. Partners. Just he and I, sprinting rooftops, in moonlight. Breaking fingers and backs, doing our part against the darkness, the cancer that wishes to spread to the few worth saving. Hurm. Daniel currently over weight. Would have to train first. At home. Who's home? Do I live with him now? Never asked. Should I? Imposing, presumptuous. Not sure. Etiquette never strong suit.
Reasonably sure currently have no fixed address. Landlady likely to not welcome me back. Walter now wanted for Rorschach's "crimes". City a sick sick man, blaming a doctor for prescribing Chemo and losing hair along with cancer cells. Not terminal. Not yet. Won't let the bastard die, even as he tries to stab me.
Stabbing. Hurm. Veidt ever use knives? Don't think so. Never recall Adrien using weapons. Fists against Comedian once, rumor says. Early days. Comedian beat him. Further motivation for Blake's death? No. Though proud, sounds too stupid for Adrien. Also doesn't explain list, Pyramid, or assassination attempt. No, tension between Blake and Adrien irrelevant, though interesting. Adrien Veidt. Smartest man on the cinder.
Possibly homosexual? Never investigated further. No longer wish to. Opinion on homosexuals changed drastically recently. Opinion of Veidt remained same. He thinks of me like Miss Juspeczyk does, with arrogance and condensation. Woman believes me a maggot, certainly. Veidt sees... worm? No, he realizes my intelligence. Dog? Mutt to be put on different scent, and kicked when not following directions? Hurm. Been kicked a lot. Doesn't stop me. Veidt should realize. Won't. Hubris gets in way of even the most common of senses.
Enough dark thoughts for now, bright outside. Over snow. Getting colder, nudge into Daniel more. Suggestion of getting dressed comes up. Have to admit it sensible. Hesitate when putting on...inkblots. Daniel notices, smiles.
"Do you love me?"
"Yes, Daniel."
"Then we'll be fine."
I smile too, though uncertain. Laytex consumes Walter Kovaks. Rorschach. Rorschach does not love Daniel Dreidberg Rorschach does not love Nite Owl. Rorschach loves the night, and the offerings she sometimes gives, opportunities to do good. Rorschach loves self, and vengance. Rorschach does not know love as it stands between a man and a woman, nor a man and a man....But even Rorschach is not cruel. Rorschach will never tell Nite Owl that he can't love. Third person thoughts cause headache. Work to do, man to kill. Because Ozymandias and I shall meet for a final time. Only one of us shall leave the blinding snow. I hope it's me.