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WHO: The Comedian and Rorschach
WHERE: Generic Back Alley Number 152
WHEN: Late night
WARNINGS: Two sociopaths walk into an alley. One of them is a pissy Comedian. You've been warned.
SUMMARY: Eddie pays a visit to an old teammate after he sees his an old friend's daughter sporting a broken arm.
FORMAT: Para to start, then whatever
There weren't many things that got under Eddie Blake's skin. He liked to fancy that there were none, in fact. That everything in the whole fucking world was at the same level of hilarity. But then shit like this had to happen and go and ruin his good mood. The truth was there were, to be specific, two things that got under his skin, and both of them went by the name Silk Spectre these days. Them getting injured wasn't much of anything in his book, came with the job, with the lifestyle. Laurie hadn't been on patrol that night, however. That meant it was time for a conversation. Back home Laurie had the blue god looking out for her so Eddie didn't have to give a fuck. Here, though, she was going to have to settle for a less appealing form of protection.
Tracking down Rorschach wasn't as hard as the little freak probably wanted to think, not when his particular MO was something the universe hadn't managed to replicated with anyone else just yet. He didn't bother with sneaking or drama, just stepping out into the alley to announce his presence to the other mask.
WHERE: Generic Back Alley Number 152
WHEN: Late night
WARNINGS: Two sociopaths walk into an alley. One of them is a pissy Comedian. You've been warned.
SUMMARY: Eddie pays a visit to an old teammate after he sees his an old friend's daughter sporting a broken arm.
FORMAT: Para to start, then whatever
There weren't many things that got under Eddie Blake's skin. He liked to fancy that there were none, in fact. That everything in the whole fucking world was at the same level of hilarity. But then shit like this had to happen and go and ruin his good mood. The truth was there were, to be specific, two things that got under his skin, and both of them went by the name Silk Spectre these days. Them getting injured wasn't much of anything in his book, came with the job, with the lifestyle. Laurie hadn't been on patrol that night, however. That meant it was time for a conversation. Back home Laurie had the blue god looking out for her so Eddie didn't have to give a fuck. Here, though, she was going to have to settle for a less appealing form of protection.
Tracking down Rorschach wasn't as hard as the little freak probably wanted to think, not when his particular MO was something the universe hadn't managed to replicated with anyone else just yet. He didn't bother with sneaking or drama, just stepping out into the alley to announce his presence to the other mask.