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It's been a few days since Rorschach's first experience in the bar, and he pauses in the doorway this time, one arm extended to hold the door open.

Behind him, if anyone cares to notice, lies an eerily quiet and somewhat shadier-looking bar than Milliways.

It only takes him a moment to make up his mind, though, and he lets the door swing shut behind him and heads for the Observation Window.

Apparently the bar isn't a dream, and doesn't just exist in Dreiberg's apartment. This means the next logical step is figuring out where it does exist. Hence the solemn window study.

Long story short: There's a short masked man sitting on a table, making the 'thinker' pose at the Observation Window.

He's relatively botherable.

[tiny investigative tags: Rorschach, Ellen (Vault 101 Dweller), Charlie Monroe, Michael, Tommy Shepherd]

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Ignore ignore ignore goes the grown-up superhero.

Fly fly fly onto Rorschach's hat, goes the french fry?

Has Billy really survived this long with such a crappy survival instinct?

He has Rorschach's attention now.

Unequivocally.

The magic powers help, really.

See how innocent he looks?

It's no good. Rorschach knows.

Therefore, staring continues.

That's... kinda creepy.

As it should be. ~~rorschach's a creeper~~

Billy's just going to squirm now, 'k?

Good. Gooooooood.

Staring continues.

He could stop any time now.

He could.

But then Billy might not get a lesson out of all this.

And Rorschach never surrenders. Or compromises. Not even in teen discipline.

Billy's mother is actually scarier than Rorschach, truefax.

This is probably why he throws another french-fry.

Rorschach catches this one.

And then gets up to return it.

Stalk stalk stalk

If Rorschach were anyone else, Billy would have to crane his neck to look up at him.

Ha.

"You can keep it."

We recommend he not point that out.

"Don't want it."

Take the fry, Billy.

Billy doesn't want the fry.

"Why? Is there somethiing wrong with my food?"

"It's Jewish."

Because you're Jewish, Billy. That's right.

"It's a ... jewish fry? Do you have a problem with Jews or something?"

"Jewish conspiracy. Poison in the food."

"Ah."

Billy is silent for another long moment, mostly from pure shock that anyone actually believes in the Jewish conspiracy.

And then, because he has all the survival instincts of a lemming: "I'd be more worried about the Homosexual Agenda, if I were you."

He had to say that.

"Homosexuals," he grunts (with passion), "are filthy perversions of real American relationships."

Beat.

"But they have not, at least, tried to poison the water supply yet."

Unlike the Jews, presumably. There is a reason Rorschach doesn't bathe.

Billy flips a switch, and goes very limp-wristed and camp.

"That we've told you about, darling."

That's very tricksy of you, homosexual Jewish magical boy (transform!). But Rorschach isn't going to fall for that.

"Doesn't matter," he says, perhaps a little smugly. "Don't use public water."

"Oh, we did all the bottled water first," Billy assures him. "To kill off the metros, you see."

"Clever," Rorschach replies.

But he doesn't drink bottled water, either. Aha.