Nostalgia

"Rorschach!" Turned around to Knot Top with knife, aimed for my face. Proceeded to break arm, looking over to Daniel. Nodded in appreciation of life saved. Still distracted. Can't afford to be. Noticed man behind Comedian; no time to alert him. Took out grappling gun and fired. Must have broken a rib or two. Liking it more and more. Daniel looked between the man on the floor and myself, shaking his head with a smile.

Comedian finished with his prey and dropped him, laughing. Clean room. Good work. Didn't work with Comedian much, but didn't mind. He did less than stay out of the way; much appreciated. Looked down; thinking about Veidt. Couldn't control myself. Skin burned and blood boiled. Thought people just used to exaggerate.

"Rorschach." Looked up quickly. Obviously I had missed something. "Are you ready?" Daniel and Comedian in doorway. Nodded to them and wandered their direction.

"So, apparently we missed something. Are you sure you got the right address?"

"Yes, but maybe just the wrong information," Daniel replied. He sounded lost in thought as well; maybe just broken hearted that we didn't squeeze the right people.

"Well, what now?"

"I guess we run night patrol. We can listen in on the CB. Bound to be something this time of night."

"Yeah, whatever. Find me a riot, or somethin' good."

"I'll see what I can do." Daniel isn't sarcastic often. Funny when he is; should try it more often. Maybe the rarity is what makes it funny.

Close eyes; can see Veidt's face. Golden hair, blue eyes, swollen lips.

'...anything I want to you...'

'Rorschach'

"Rorschach!" Shook head and looked up to Owlship, Daniel in doorway, Comedian behind looking irritated. Climbed into doorway and wandered to coffee pot. Poured myself a cup of black liquid. Hated it, but knew I would need it. Sat across from Comedian. He looked amused and annoyed at the same time. Tricky expression to pull off. Daniel gave us a quick stabilization check and took off.

Long night. Longer day to follow.


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Left Daniel's apartment before Comedian did. Must have been close to four AM. Stood outside of Veidt's office. Needed to find him; make him fix this. Same procedure as before. Took longer, though. Disarmed security and quickly found elevator, face growing hot again.

Shoved hands in pockets while elevator ascended and stared at floor. It was pristine and hard; closed eyes again. Elevator beeped and stopped; shook me out of dream. Doors slid open to reveal empty greeting hall, heavy doors ahead.

Stepped out carefully and looked around. Probably the darkest place the city got at night. Just walked forward,, cautious. Stopped in front of doors and looked up. "Hurm."

Pushed through the doors, next room illuminated by city lights, advertisements floating off in the distance. Looked around again at the miscellaneous Egyptian paraphernalia. Obsession with death or dead people?

Paced of the the desk and crawled underneath again, searching for sphere. Hidden compartment opened with no sphere. Stood up and pulled drawers open, quickly, fervor growing. Nothing. Closed last drawer and ran hands over desk, looking around the room. Where else.

"Looking for something?" Charming voice behind me sends chills through me. Dangerous man. Turn around quickly out of habit, Veidt stepping up against me, hands hovering over my waist. Breath stops for a moment as I step back; Veidt follows, idle hands plant into desk as body pins me against the edge. Grumble for a moment, turning stifling face away, pressing hips against his. Purple suit, golden broach, no mask. Still irresistible.

Can feel grin seep onto his face, leaning down next to ear. "Looking for me?" Shudder as breath carries sensually accented whispers across my face. Pulls resisted whimper from me. Shiver again, pressing up, hips grinding on his; no decency. Tender fingers find the edge of my face, pulling it up to my jaw, lips coercing my body further as they conquer my neck. Other hand snaked under coat and traversed lower back, traveling down, hips pressing me back against sharp edge of desk, knees starting to buckle under counterbalance.

Lips curled against damp skin, body drifting away from mine. Followed pathetically, stumbling forward when realized was chasing ghost. Veidt was over by one of the bookshelves, pulling something down with affirmation, opening it and scanning through the pages. "Why are you really here, Rorschach?" Could hear manipulative undertones, nearly inaudible, but there. Teasing me into something.

"Need your help, Veidt," I reluctantly answered, taking careful steps towards him.

"Oh?" A few flips later. "With what?" His face barely turned towards me, jaw cocked slightly.

Didn't have an answer. Couldn't say it. Walked up behind him, grabbing his arm to turn him around. Stupid move. Hand on my wrist, arm twisted up behind back, face pressed to bookshelf; smell of old paper. Groin pressed against me slowly with slight chuckle, deep and entrancing. Other hand traced crease of thigh joint, gliding over tightness in pants. Bit lip and moaned quietly, pressing into his hand.

"Help with this?" Hated how demure he tried to be. I nodded slowly against the books. Stumbled when yanked away from shelf and forcefully escorted to desk. Face and chest pressed to cold marble. Too much marble; starting to dislike it. Hat rolled onto desk from impact, arm still locked up in near fracture tension. Sanguine hand rolled over curve of muscle on backside and down thigh, gliding around to front and gripping taut muscle.

Quivered against hardened warmth as he pressed against me again. "I may just be able to help you."

{{TBC...}}