[leepacey]

“What happened to the American Dream?” It came true! You’re looking at it.

[waltersface-blog]

[waltersface-blog]

Would you join another team of crime fighters?

“My last team was short lived and faced conflicts of interest. I make better progress alone... and with my old partner, Nite Owl. Considering the rise this Registration Act has caused, I would look into rallying another team... if the main objective was to bring an end to this stupidity. The likelihood of this is slim... so I will remain busy at work, regardless.”

[torrancesarchive-deactivated201]

We don’t do this thing because it’s permitted. We do it because we have to. We do it because we’re compelled.

[torrancesarchive-deactivated201]

But there are so many deserving of retribution… and so little time.

[feinthesky-blog]

[harlequinbutpunnier-deactivated]

Harley cast her gaze towards the homeless fella and huffed. One final knock of her mallet at the closed doors in front of her before she gave up. Slouching, she stalked over and slummed beside him. “You’re only sayin’ that ‘cause you’re not inside either.”

[waltersface-blog]

"Hmn.” Walter hummed in a darkly amused way, the smallest twitch of a grin appearing on his typically tight lips. “If I wanted to be in there I would be. ‘nothing the press wont report about.” That’s all that concerned him; information, the big picture, not the distraction. “Why are you so interested?” The question was non-invasive, surprisingly. He got the feeling this ones intentions weren’t so noble, more selfishly driven--if the tantrum was any sign..

[harlequinbutpunnier-deactivated]

“Wha’da’ya mean I need an invitation?!” Something Harley knew before arriving at the door, one that had promptly been shut in her face, but had chosen to ignore.

[waltersface-blog]

“Amusing as this is to watch.” The hobo muttered, staring out at the road from where he sat against the building. “You’re not missing out on much...”

[esperevandynex-blog]

“A man of mystery. Be still my beating heart.” She wasn’t sure why, but there was a sense of comfort assigning a name to his face. His choice was straightforward and indicative of what was to come. Rorschach didn’t seem inclined to dick around. “Now now, you can’t tell me you’re keeping your life private, only to drop hints about your mysterious past.” Curiosity was a beast Hope was doing her best not to feed. But she was a woman of science, seeking explanations was was part of her dna.

“Thanks for the advice kiddo, but my eyes are wide open. Besides, organized chaos is still chaos - maybe it’s tied neatly with a bow, or everyone works in some messed up cycle. The arrival of those running from the accords is only bringing it closer to that break you speak of.” She glanced down at the excuse for criminals strewn at their feet. Hope knelled down, inspecting their faces. Through puffy eyes, the goon most recently stared back at her. “Ugh, what an ugly shit stain.” Standing to her feet, she placed a heel on his stomach. “If you know so much about me, you’ll know I’m not Batman. Hunting down groups of criminals isn’t my thing. I’m looking for a concrete plan to begin dismantling the accords.” 

[waltersface-blog]

“Still feeling special, Miss Dyne?” Rorschach teased in his brutal manner. “The one partner I kept...” His voice turned almost distant for a moment, there was a sore spot on that subject, “didn’t have the luxury of knowing more either. No more than this.” A card was pulled from the trench coat pocket between two gloved fingers and he carelessly abandoned the small page over one of the bodies. Across the white card was a scribbled red symbol, a thin rorschach mark, his mark for the cops and the public, criminals, he’d undoubtedly reach out of consequence. A guarantee that he had their attention

Rorschach listened while taking paced steps along the enclosed pavement. Like a caged tiger. Yet, he was silent, focused, interested in hearing the woman’s thoughts and position. There seemed to be an unspoken understanding between the pair, one Walter himself could appreciate, no matter the snark it was clear this remained a serious matter. “Not so. With the rebels filtering into the city. As you mentioned; it’s a witch hunt, those who fight evil now suffer for it. The monsters thrive on such distraction.” Which brought back Hope’s first point; the government forming a cycle, fearmongering, in order to enslave these heroes and bring back order that had been from the start. “That is why-...” Rorschach’s voice slipped. He hadn’t lost track, mistaken his words, but during passionate fits he could appear... imbalanced. This was the type of talk he hungered for. “there has to be more. It has to be bigger--what I do... and you said it, now... if that is truly why you’ve come to Gotham, Miss Dyne... You have my respect.” Rorschach reached out his gloved hand. Such a gesture might have seemed inappropriate, but it was the one way Rorschach, Walter, would dare convey such emotion.

[jakedsnake101]

[mlkovich]

This city is afraid of me. I’ve seen its true face. The streets are extended gutters. And the gutters are full of blood. And when the drains finally scub over all the vermin wil drown. The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up around their waists…

[waltersface-blog]

[esperevandynex-blog]

She held onto her air of confidence, despite the unsettling feeling finding a home in her skin. The masked man before her was unlike anyone she’d encountered previously. Anything Freud had his hands on was bullshit to Hope - but she found herself wondering if she’d see something of value in the man’s mask.“You know who I am - but you are you?” She was prepared to draw her small handgun, but halted when he spoke of the accords. Allies would be far too intimate of a term; they were on the same side, per say. Bristling at his comment at her wealth, Hope’s mouth set into a hard line. “Money money money, must be funny, in a rich man’s world. Congratulations, you’ve caught up to the rest of us in 2016. Our government’s are on their last legs, the weaponization  of heroes is their a last ditch effort to stay in power. It’s turning into a god damn witch hunt.” 

Their meeting wasn’t a an accident; he’d most certainly sought her out. She’d love to talk in circles for hours, but she sensed a deeper purpose. Stepping forward, Hope adjusted her coat, pushed her shoulders back. “The only question is what the fuck are we going to do.”

[waltersface-blog]

“‘name’s Rorschach... and that’s really all you need to know.” He settled, dropping his inky gaze down toward the unconscious goon at his feet. Somehow, the outlandish statement coaxed a smirk from Walter’s lips from beneath the mask--not that she would be able to detect it. A typically expressionless man... this surprised him, “In such a case, they’ve gotten what they wanted... made weapons of us all.” A stiff inhale rattled his frame slightly. “But I have always been a weapon.”

“You still have much to learn about this New World, Miss Dyne. Gotham city may appear to have formed out of chaos--but there is an order to everything. A center to reach... and break.” His boot harshly kicked at the criminals chest once and a weak groan managed to slip through. Rorschach didn’t care if they woke--played dead, in fact he hoped they would. He wanted them to hear every word of this bit. The vigilante relied on intimidation, his name being feared underground, within the sewers, behind walls that he’d yet to reach a bloody gloved hand into .“Picking apart groups of these thugs can be mistaken as progress, may satiate your desire to fight, but they are but a few cockroaches who have strayed from the nest. This stance cannot send a clear message. ... I have my methods.” And he supposed those should be rather clear by now. From what the symbol had learned of the scientists daughter, she was no simple fool.

[esperevandynex-blog]

“The sun shines out my ass six out of the seven days of the week - so yes, I do. Care to see?” Hope then offered him the asshole sign with her fingers.

[waltersface-blog]

A deep hnn left Rorschach’s throat before he leapt off the water tower to stand before the woman. “Wasp... Hope van Dyne.” He addressed, skipping introduction, as he recalled this particular hero appearing near his turf; New York City. In Gotham, there was still much to learn, but those runaways from the east were each filed safely in the paranoid detective’s brilliant mind. Rorschach stepped over the body of an apprehended gangster, casually, as if he were taking a stroll through a park, “Someone like you would feel that way, considering the cushy cash you’ve got to fall back on--don’t you know? Haven’t you heard? Lil birdy told me that the government’s decided to put us in handcuffs along with these sickos. For doing their job... except better--efficiently.”

[waltersface-blog]

@esperevandynex

“You really think you’re something special?”

[fortyloves]

“—-ouch !! what did i even do to deserve that ??” he whined, pressing a hand against the spot that’d been hit as he glared at the other person.

[waltersface-blog]

“You loitered on my step.” The hobo growled, taking a seat on the oh-so-sacred mound now that the teen had stepped aside. His wooden sign that read ‘the end is nigh’ clattered down at his side.

[waltersface-blog]

did you ever take the rorschach test before before taking up the mantle? (if so, what did you see?)

I had a psych eval. after being removed from my mothers custody (may she burn in hell) and recall being presented with a small set.

One resembled a mold spot that grew in the ceiling over my old mattress, the other reminded me of the city, during winter, a small pleasant memory that had gone sour, and the last... stumped the therapist as it reminded me of my mothers legs being spread for her many clients. Needless to say, this experience had no direct impact on the persona I would adopt years later; but it is quite interesting to think back on.