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... )
The heat’s finally broken into the tenuous coolness of fall, and Dan’s patrolling with his windows rolled down, soaking in the cool breeze, when a dispatcher comes on his radio to tell him about a robbery at a gas station nearby. There’s no mention of fatalities, but Dan expects the worst as he flips on his sirens and speeds through the late-night traffic.
To his surprise, the getaway car is still there-and the cashier, sweaty and pale in his red work shirt, is standing outside the shop, looking towards the dirty alleyway behind the store. Someone (the driver?) is shouting frantic obscenities, and as Dan runs toward the back, hand on his pistol, he wonders how the hell none of them heard his sirens, wonders if maybe it’s because there’s something more frightening than a cop to distract them.
Dan turns the corner. Rorschach is halfway down the alleyway, holding the hair of a young man and smashing his nose into the concrete, over and over. Someone is screaming, high-pitched and gargled-Dan draws his pistol and shouts “Freeze! This is the police!”
Rorschach pauses and lifts his head. Cants it to one side, like a bewildered dog.
“Let him go, Christ.”
The driver eggs Dan on, his constant stream of panicked, angry shouts blurring into so much white noise. Rorschach’s mask swirls lazily. The boy is limp underneath him.
“Put your hands up,” Dan repeats, sweaty hands slipping on his pistol. “Come on. Put them up!”
Mechanically, Rorschach rises to his feet, his hands limp at his sides; the boy stays where he is, blood leaking onto the concrete. “Funny meeting you again,” he growls. He takes a step back.
“Freeze!” The kid still hasn’t moved, and with each second the likelihood that he ever will move again is dwindling. The sound of fresh sirens fills the alleyway as another car rushes down the block-Rorschach tilts his head, listening.
“You can’t stop justice,” he says simply, and turns to run.
Dan knows logically that he can’t outrun Rorschach, not even if he was in his prime, but he takes after him without thinking, blind save for the image of the kid bleeding and the calm twist of Rorschach’s shoulders in the dark-the sirens fade as he and Rorschach bolt down the alleyway. Rorschach checks, leaps onto a dumpster and up a fire escape-he’s led Dan into a dead-end where the only way out is up. Panting, Dan lifts his gun, aims-fires twice-Rorschach stops on the edge of the roof and peers down.
Then, with the composed twist of an animal, knowing he’s won, he’s gone.
-
Dan marks the spot on his map in the vain hope that he’ll start to notice a pattern, but the more marks he has, the less Rorschach’s patterns make sense; although he does seem to have a limited radius, it’s not nearly as restricted as Dan initially assumed, and the only consistency is that they both happened to be at the same spots at the same time.
He makes a few extra notes in his profile, and then, defeated, feeling his age, climbs upstairs and goes to bed.
-
Dan doesn’t have another day off for two and a half weeks. He spends his precious time off sleeping and flipping through the stagnant, useless information that he has so far. It’s insane, just insane, that he knows what Rorschach looks like and where he lives, but not his name; he doesn't have any evidence strong enough to earn a search warrant for Rorschach's apartment. His best chance of arresting him right now is dumb luck. When he’s tired of himself, he puts the TV on and drinks beer until he falls asleep on the couch, head buzzing.
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