Watchmen (Super Sentai) Five Kink Meme
Rules of the meme:
1. Anonymously(or not, because we seem to have stopped following this rule) post a pairing and prompt you would like to see written. Since this is a kink meme, there is supposted to be a kink involved, but normal well-written prompts should work just as well.
2. Anonymous will respond to your post and write it for you! Art and such ( Read more... )
“Are you feeling alright, Rorschach? You look a little… tense tonight.”
“Fine,” he mutters, ducking his head between his shoulder blades. “Don’t get distracted.”
“I’m not,” Nite Owl replies indignantly. “You just haven’t seemed all that into patrol tonight.”
Rorschach is quiet for a moment. “It’s futile, Nite Owl,” Walter finally says. “Nothing is achieved. Scum reappear night after night, streets look no different. Nothing changes from what we do.”
“How can you say that?” The words are spoken both inside and outside of his head. He loses the next few words that Nite Owl says as he tries to puzzle that out.
What they do is important, he hears. They do make a change. They just started too late; it will take a long time before a sizeable dent is made in the filth of the city. It’s had too long to accumulate with no one to check its growth. They do matter.
Walter doesn’t believe any of it.
He and Dan are out drinking. They do this on a not-quite-weekly basis, just a way to catch up and blow off some steam. It’s been a while since their last meeting (Rorschach’s been pushing him hard lately and he’s been too tired to do anything after work but collapse into bed until it’s time for patrol), and Dan is happy to see him.
They exchange the normal pleasantries, and then conversation tapers off. Walter can barely keep his eyes open and for some reason this makes Daniel cease his usual ornithological-related rambling in favor of peering at him like he’s made of glass and about to break.
“You feeling alright, buddy?”
Walter starts, the almost-verbatim line playing in his other memory. Daniel quickly leans away from him, holding his hands up in a placating gesture.
“It’s okay, it’s just me. I’m sorry.” Daniel pauses. “Do you… would you rather do this another night?”
Walter frowns. “Why?”
Daniel squirms uncomfortably and takes another sip of his drink. (Something sugary, Rorschach notes with a hint of disdain.) “You just don’t seem to be all here, is all.”
“Apologies.” Walter forces himself to sit upright and breathes deeply in an attempt to wake himself up a little. “Work has been… draining, this week.”
Daniel nods and smiles sympathetically. But there is a sad tinge to his expression, and it makes Walter’s stomach twist.
“Work,” the other man repeats. “It didn’t always tire you out so much. Are you sure there’s not… something else bothering you?”
“Like what?” This is getting irritating, and Rorschach can see the clock behind the bar ticking closer to patrol. He needs to leave.
“Are we still friends?” The words leave Daniel’s mouth in a rush, and Walter is unsure how to respond. His eyes dart to the clock again, then back to the other man’s distressed face. He looks away. Rorschach is pulling at him, muttering about the weakness of loyalty.
“Have to go.”
Walter slides off of the stool and makes his way through the crowded bar to the door. If the last untouched piece of his heart crumbles away completely, he doesn’t notice it. There are more important things to do.
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Something shifts in his brain. As the sun rises over the skyscrapers, the urge to unmask and go to work gets weaker. And weaker.
Until the mask becomes his face.
Nite Owl is late for patrol.
Ordinarily this would not be unusual. There have been many occasions where Nite Owl has decided not to go out, to remain Daniel for the night. Rorschach doesn’t always understand why there are these exceptions; crime doesn’t take nights off, why should Daniel? But he says nothing, and goes about his solitary patrol with twice as much fervor, making up for the lack.
Tonight is different, however. Nite Owl had told him when to come. Had promised they would fight together. He’s missing.
The house seems to be in order. Nothing missing or knocked over. Then he reaches the basement and freezes. The Owlsuit is gone. Daniel wouldn’t have left without him, and he never lies.
The conclusion is not pretty, and he will lose tonight’s patrol investigating, but the life of his partner is worth it. Rorschach tucks himself silently into a closet and waits for his prey to return.
“Walter?” Dan knocks on the door again, a little harder this time. “Walter, it’s me, Dan.”
There’s no response. No turning of the lock, no padding of footsteps, no voices distinguishable from the white noise of the city. Dan bites his lip, glances around the sidewalk one last time. Slowly he reaches into his pocket for the lock pick he always has on his person. Walter couldn’t just have a key under the mat- too normal, too unsafe.
The lock gives after some careful finagling, and Dan steps into the dark apartment. That alone is enough to give him pause.
“Walter?” he calls out again. He steps forward cautiously. The door was locked, and although the place looks like a war zone, the windows don’t look broken in to. No burglar, then. Walter can’t be asleep. Not at six in the afternoon. Still no noise. Had he actually gone in to work, for the first time in weeks?
Dan’s muscles relax at last. He’ll go home, have a nice cup of tea, and then call Walter later to ask him how his day back in normalcy had gone.
Just as he turns to head back to the door, it happens. The back of his head explodes with pain and he falls to his knees as stars bloom before his eyes. The last thing he hears before passing out is a dark, satisfied laugh and the uncoiling of rope.
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Walter, it has to be Walter, is pacing the kitchen floor, gloved hands clasped behind his back. He’s wearing a too-large, billowy trench coat and a mask over his face. The mask is skintight, and the patterns of white and black are so tightly wound together they seem to be moving. Dan can’t tell if the other man is whispering, or if that noise is his own hoarse breathing.
“Nite Owl.”
His head snaps up. He hasn’t heard that name in years. “Walter? What’s going on?”
“Why dressed that way? In civilian clothes. Dangerous.”
Dan frowns. “Civilian- what are you talking about? I always dress like this.”
An almost inhuman growl escapes from the shorter man’s throat and his pacing halts.
“Lies. You know the importance of disguising identity. Irresponsible.” When Walter speaks again, something in his voice has changed. “Nite Owl would never be irresponsible.”
Oh, no. Daniel shakes his head, eyes widening as he suddenly sees where Walter’s disturbed mind has gone. “No. No, you’ve got it all wrong. I was just- trying to see if you’d fall for my trick. You didn’t, you-” he swallows, seeing he’s made no dent in the other’s resolve. “Please, Walter, don’t do this. I’m Daniel, I promise-”
Pain erupts across his cheek and it takes him a moment to process the fact that his best friend has just hit him without a second thought. He opens his mouth to protest and is hit again.
There’s silence for a minute. Daniel dares a glance up, spitting out blood. Walter’s head is bowed in what seems to be remorse. Dan leans forward, and carefully works on shimmying his hands out of their bonds to get to his pocketknife. If he could just… reach…
I can’t die this way.
“What did you do with Nite Owl?” Walter’s voice is flat, resigned. Much different than it was a minute ago. Dan isn’t sure if he likes the change.
“I haven’t done anything with anyone,” he says is the calmest voice he can muster under the circumstances. “And I’m Nite Owl, remember? I just haven’t been for a long time.” He winces, knowing what he’s about to say may be what kills him. “I grew up.”
Walter’s fists clench and unclench several times. He reaches up towards his mask, painfully slowly, as if each inch is a hard fought battle. Then, just as his fingers brush the line where skin meets latex, he forces his hands back to his sides and shouts.
“No, no. LIES!” He grabs Dan by the collar and throws him (along with the chair) towards the window. The noise of shattering glass is loud in his ears and then Dan remembers nothing else.
He hasn’t seen Nite Owl in several days. The man has not shown up for patrol, and searches of his house have proved futile. Rorschach suspects he has gone undercover for a new case, though why he would not leave a note is uncertain. Daniel has always done so, even with repeated admonishments that it is unsafe.
Perhaps he has learned his lesson, but Rorschach is unsure. Until he can find out, however, he will continue to patrol the streets alone. It is necessary. And if the decaying body on the corner never gets taken away by the authorities, he pays it no mind. Let it serve as a warning to the filth, and as an example of the vengeance that will be wrought upon them if they step out of line.
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I think this disturbs me so much because it's so frighteningly plausible... DX
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(And how shitty a neighborhood must Walter live in that the city DPW doesn't bother to pick up dead bodies off the street corners? Damn!)
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It was nice to see a completed story, it's been awhile.
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That is severely more disturbing than I thought it would be.
T.T
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