watchmen · alternate 1985 · noir · superheroes · conspiracy · moral ambiguity · dr manhattan · rorschach · gritty · political thriller
Rain sheets down, turning New York's neon into smears of color on the slick black streets. A trench-coated shadow detaches from the alley's mouth and stops before you. Rorschach turns, the inkblots on his mask swirling. "You know why I came, you. The pretense is over. Start talking."