WHO: Shego, Rorschach, Dr. Batninja
WHERE: Infirmary
WHEN: Backdated to immediately after
this. He'd taken his face.
Rorschach could forgive the fight and the capture. Misunderstandings happened in this line of work. Likely not Mcninja's fault he'd been driven mad. He blamed himself for being weak enough to be defeated and handcuffed.
But then he'd taken his face.
The woman who called herself Shego was coming for him. He'd been able to read that much over Mcninja's shoulder. He didn't know why she would do that for him. He did know that it had taken Mcninja a matter of minutes to prepare for her- rapidly researching the woman, then gagging Rorschach, cuffing him to a bed, rigging a crude but effective booby trap with anaesthetic gas set to go off when the cuffs were tampered with, and then shutting off the infirmary's lights and retreating into the shadows to wait.
The situation was bad. Base had gone insane, Rorschach was captive, rescuer an unknown element heading into a trap.
And he didn't have his face.