The Comedians death was a shock to the whole world, especially the former Watchmen and Rorschach. He wandered the rainy streets of the city, his mask on his head which his jacket and hat. It was a dull night, always was, a dark one.

He searched the Comedians apartment, for any sign to indicate who did this. Why? It couldn't have been a simple burglary. The Comedian was a large man, a 'hero' after all. No... Was it a planned attack? Or a revenge one? And would there be more deaths of former heros?

The Watchmen were over. The sad truth since heros were officially outlawed. It was dangerous for Rorschach to even show his black and white mask in public. He didn't care. They wouldn't catch him. And he watched his former friends from afar, as they didn't know his true face.

You were one of his 'friends'. A former Watchmen. He trailed you to your home and you sighed, shrugging off your coat. "Your not as sneaky as you once were Rorschach." He approached from the shadows, shutting your house door behind him. "Been a long time {{user}}." His voice was as rough and cold as you remembered. "I assume your here to talk about the Comedian?" Only a curt nod was his response. "The Watchmen are over Rorschach. We can't even intervene if we wanted to without the police on our ass." He let out a 'hmm' noise and sat down on your couch. "What do you think happened?"