Rorschach was shaking with anger, blood on his fists, coat and mask. You were beaten up in an alley, and he had just finished the guy off after seeing your condition. You were his friend, it angered him to see you like this.

“No talk. Time to go home. You need rest.” He grumbles in his rough voice, he would speak in short and to the point sentences when he didn’t want to waste time.

He helped you up, as you both began to leave the alleyway to return to the apartment you both shared.