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[finalpunchline]

 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

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[fridgevigilante]

He still couldn't bring himself to get used to this city. Explanations he had been given didn't make sense, explanations he had come up for himself had proven to be wrong and in the end it was just one big, unexplainable mess Rorschach just couldn't find himself capable of sorting through. He didn't like it. He didn't like it at all.

At least, despite all the differences between this city and his New York, there also were several similarities. One of them being these handy dark corners one could always find criminal scum in, just waiting to earn themselves a bloody nose or a dislocated arm. It was the only halfway enjoyable thing around here. And the one thing that had Rorschach creep through the dark alleys more often than not these days. Another benefit of this was, that he could keep himself away from the crowded main streets. Fewer people that might catch one of his slipped thoughts, as controlling this was yet something he'd have to work on

Nnngh, I'm so sorry. Tests ate me alive.

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It was a scenario familiar enough that Eddie didn't even really have to think about his next few motions. Bad conversations with other bad men in bad parts of the city. Just another bit of the normal routine in his life. He stepped in closer before stopping a yard or so away, leaning against the wall while he lit a cigar. Calm, casual, no jumping the gun. Just because it happened all the time didn't mean he wasn't going to enjoy it.

"Ya did a better job a this back home, kid. Always figured you were fucked up. Made for a nice gag. Never guessed it was just common stupidity."

Hrmn~

[fridgevigilante]

Rorschach watched in silence. Watched the other man move, stop, getting comfortable like he didn't care for any of this and this was yet just another random encounter. A quick stop on the way home to chat with an old acquaintance. Though even if it didn't look that way, this was exactly what told Rorschach, that the Comedian wasn't stopping by to discuss the weather. The other masked man had a reason to seek him out, and judging by his words, it wasn't a pleasant one.

"Didn't know you were giving out grades." Rorschach replied, his posture shifting ever so slightly before he added "What do you want?"

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"Me? I'm the fucking judge and jury when it comes to this life. Either it's funny or it ain't. So far this place's passed the test. Up until a couple days ago."

Eddie shrugged, a small grin forming on his face. It was too bad, really. Had it been any other soul in this city save those two, he'd have thought it was hilarious. Crazy, messed up mask breaking into houses and breaking bones out of his own paranoia. The kid had always kept things interesting back home, evened out the relentless monotony that his partner had been back in the day. Eddie liked it about him. Ah well. Every disappointment had it's own flavor of humor in it.

"Hunting down old teammates, are ya?"