Hello, y'all lovely people from both fandoms. Due to the lack of new stuff in both sides (Sin City more so) and my great admiration for Frank Miller and Alan Moore's works (even though ironically they seem to dislike each other), I chose to make an awesome thing out of them both and then I saw a good shot at doing it here. I do hope you enjoy, review, follow and fave but do as you wish, sending good vibes on your way.

A silent night. A bloody night. My kind of night. I storm outside, free roaming the city as if it was my job.

Normally, this time would've been spent at Kadie's, keeping an ice head and letting the alcohol and smoke flow through me like I was a fountain while watching little Nancy do her graceful act. But right now, I can't or at least I wouldn't forgive myself if I did. I didn't step outside for fun and free air. Not that, I'm here because It's needed.

Last night, bad stuff happened. Not the usual case of a hobo getting gunned down by rich kids. That's bad but I'm used to it. Last night I got word while overhearing a couple of cops chatting in an alley minding their business instead of the ones they're paid to mind, that a lot of kids had disappeared recently, ripped from the hands of their parents.

Boils my blood to hear that shit but it's become quite frequent here in the hell where we live. Gotta be some slave traders, I'd bet on it. They had to be organized to snatch as many kids in such lil' time. I see some small "Missing" posters that the parents can barely afford puttin' out. No one gives a damn about them from what it seems.

But the joke's on them, I'm that no one. And I plan on dooming all of 'em sick heads carryin' out this sick crap. It's gotta stop but it won't unless I have a hand in it.

So I keep going with it, do my thing. Kicked down doors, punched out teeth, squeezed answers outta pigs, everything that's necessary. The kidnappings are still recent so there's hope yet. Thing is, I'm not the only one who cares. That's a first.

There's word of a man out there who wants to get to the bottom of this just as much as I do. Name's Rorschach, some vigilante coming from afar, wears a mask, a hat and a damn fine coat. He must know something because some of the places where I tried to ask were already turned into a beehive and they handed it to him.

Then something strikes me. All my senses are turned on, alert to warn me. I feel followed, like someone's been givin' me chase at a distance for a while now. I hear footsteps and that snowball in my stomach springs to action. Feels strange, don't it?

Can't let that slow me down, tho. Not when I'm so damn close.

Now, if I want answers I need to think like these creeps, what they would do and how they'd do it. The rain helps me think this through until it settles and I'm left in the dark. If they get to send in a guy after me then it must mean something, must mean I'm getting close and they want me out. Last thing I got was an address and I still ought to check it.

I aim for a back alley and go into it. Normally a suicidal thing to do for the normal citizen but not for me. Gotta make haste and lose the guy on my tail. Drop the creep before he can get me.

I go in and head for a fire escape there with a ladder, using boxes to get there. I do some climbing and take the vantage point to get the drop on the creeper, hoping he's in a real hurry, just enough to lose the whole picture and fall for this shit no matter how obvious it is.

Didn't happen.

This man had played wise. Kept the distance. Slowed down his pace and took a good look instead of following me blindly. I learn it ain't gonna be so easy. It never is.

The creep slowly steps into my view, not taking any chances. Makes himself visible and then raises his hands in a sign of peace of some sort. I didn't know what to say so I keep on watching for more signs.

Then I catch a good glimpse and soon realization hits me like a truck. The description fits the Rorschach guy perfectly. And there's just something wild about the guy that really gets ya.

He takes a look at me through that mask of his. Lemme' tell ya, that thing ain't normal. It's like an ink blot test, probably his namesake when I think 'bout it. Like one of those the shrinks or Lucille's girlfriend would make me see before judging wether or not I was bonkers or if I was plain dumb.

But these ink blots, they move like crazy. It's like a drug trip. Very distracting, must be something akin to psychological tactics. Does a number on my psyche.

"I'm not here to fight." He says with a deep chilling voice, kinda raspy but not to take away from it's merit. It could have made most crooks spiral in fear. "I come here looking for help."

Help, he says. That's a first. Man's telling the truth, I feel. I don't make a move on him 'cause I can feel the grit behind his words. I know he ain't here to fight, which makes me wonder what he knows about the kidnappings. Probs just as much as I do but it does me some good to ask.

"What're you on about?" I ask him. I drop from my position and fall a few stories, hard down on the concrete. I crack it, pick myself right up and stare at the mask. "What's your business and what brings you to my city?"

"Just my conscience. I know some things about this hell hole. My work takes me here tonight and I'm in a hurry. Bad things are happening and someone had to give a damn."

He made his point. Quite theatrical but he wasted no words there. So I had to make sure we were after the same goal.

"Rorschach, right? You're smaller than I thought." He nodded slowly in response, his cold hands deep inside the pockets of his coat.

"Have been looking for you, Marvin. The people I asked said you would be of great help. Had to make sure."

Knows my name, huh? Now it turns out he needs my help. And chances are that I may need his. Can always use a detective when I'm short on ideas.

"Lemme' guess, the missing children."

He just nods again. Called it.

"There might be hope and time for them yet but not for too long if we are to do something. Been planning to do this myself but I'm still new here, don't know the streets as well as the people at Kadie's say you do."

He needs a guide. I can work with that. My intel's short, time's runnin' short too, might as well. It was 6 O'Clock when I began this hunt, now it's almost 10. We walk out of the alley together and sticking close. We start marching and let the ideas flow.

"Done your research?" I ask him, trying to get more clues. "I only got an address."

"The mobs I cut up gave me some, just not enough. Had to break a few thumbs to get the truth. The children were snatched the same day, the hours weren't too separate from what I heard the cops say. All parents report that the kidnappers broke into their houses and took the kids. The details are unknown, all witnesses were knocked out before they could see anything. Cops weren't helpful."

"Are they ever? They're slime and you can bet your ass that they're taking bribes. They only cover the basics to give the case some closure. They don't even have the nerve to tell the parents how most of these cases end."

"Kids are either found dead in pieces in a dumpster or not found at all. It's the same every month. Scum flows like a river in here and no one stops it. Until now."

I had to agree. It was sickening but here we were, just hoping that we could stop that from happening to some poor children. Our job was to put the facts together in time and solve this thing before anyone got hurt.

"The guys you took out must've told you the same I know." I deduced. Rorschach had beat me to most places I went for info. We must've know the same by now. I got a nod again.

"The docks. These are slave traffickers we are after. They took the children in a truck, only way they could have fit so many. The driver was for hire, l looked for him and after making his friends talk, I paid him a visit. They're waiting in the docks. Do you have a car?"

"Not now but I'll figure something out." I told him with a smirk.

We stopped walkin' and began runnin'. We did't have much time. We hijacked a car from a couple of thugs who tried to rob us. Jacked their crap too, we got some stuock. Time's ticking, precious time that cannot be wasted.

Rorschach and I make a quick rundown of our inventory on the way there. He's got this grappling hook with him, I've got a lil' six shooter I snatched from one of the thugs as I crushed his hand under my grip. Might be useful but my hands alone oughta do the job. He's also packin' a spray and a lighter, gotta be a homemade flame thrower from what I know. I'm carrying good ol' Gladys with me but if we are going to keep quiet it's better to not use guns. All things considered, not too bad for our incoming fight.

I drive as fast as I can without getting them cops on my tail, can't have 'em interfere with our little crusade here, can we? Not when we're this close to making things right. Plus I don't have the cash to pay them off nor am I in the mood to kill cops today, same for Rorschach, though we wouldn't mind cracking them a few ribs to teach 'em a good lasting lesson. We don't talk too much during the trip, by now we're still little more than a pair of strangers.

I knew a few things about him from rumors, things I picked off the street, tidbits, so I decided to talk a little to get that outta the window.

"Didn't you use to have a partner? Night bird or something?"

"Nite Owl, yeah. Was kind of a wimp, too bland for me. We had a fallout some time ago. Took separate ways. We had different views on the system and the way of putting dogs down. He's still a friend, just not trust worthy for this mission."

I feel him. Men like us have a hard time with friendships and keeping them up. Makes me wish Dwight was here right now but I know the drill. He's got his pains, I've got mine. We probably should take some drinks again, ever since he killed that bitch Ava and got his new face he's been different. But us beasts have to stick together to survive. We ought to.

"Sorry about that." I say to him out of pity and manners. Friends are one of the best ways to keep one sane, stable, far from trouble like the one that's coming.

"Why are you sorry? You didn't have a hand on it." Rorschach says, already used to his loneliness.

"Manners, I guess."

There's hardly any sound around other than our voices. Radio's off to avoid distracting us and the streets are deadly quiet. A bloody funeral we've got here. We're over halfway there. Seeing the lack of cops and thinking of how much is at a stake here, I step on the gas, still careful enough to avoid losing control of getting unwanted attention.

Rorschach himself is pretty silent, mostly reserved. His mask doesn't quite mask that rage underneath it, a rising flame of anger waiting to be unleashed against our targets. I figure out that Rorschach is just like me in more ways than one. He's seen some shit in his carreer, which leads me to wonder, what was it that made him don the mask? What story does he hold that sent him over the edge and pushed him down into this crazy life that we have in common?

In my case it would be this city, it's what I am, shaped me into it. All my years here taught me shit for free that would have been hard to learn anywhere else. I'm beyond hardened.

"My friend Nancy and I once went in a mission like this. Killed a man in his mansion. A man who was soiling this whole city with his presence alone." I tell him, reliving the experience as if I was there again. It was Nancy who finished the job that day and I had to look over her to see that she wouldn't go crazy ever since.

I get a reaction.

"Senator Roark. Good job then. Too bad the same can't be done for all the other crooks who call themselves politicians. Pigs." Rorschach says, having done his research, thinking of all other politicians and scum bags he thinks should get it and I agree with him instantly. Where he lives they banned vigilantes, and for what? In favor of a bunch of slugs and pansies who can't protect or serve for shit.

It doesn't take us much longer to make it to the docks. We leave the car, parking it not too close so that if there's someone on guard duty they won't suspect anything too early.

The issue with these boys is that they think they're untouchable, simply because they believe no one will give a damn and if someone does so they'll be too scared to do a thing.

So they leave themselves wide open, don't think there's consequences to their actions. But karma's a bitch when I'm around and something tells me the same goes for Rorschach.

We start drawing our plan mentally. A bad move will mean bad things for the children and we ain't riskin' that. They're not accountable at all. We gotta play wise and smooth, not let anyone hear us out or see us comin'. I turn to Rorschach to hear what he's got to offer. He seems to know how to handle this sorta thing. I've gotta hand it to him.

Rorschach's Journal, 18th of July.

We've got work to do.

Well, there it is. I chose to update as I finish chapter 2 since I thought it was missing some stuff and I rushed a bit. Just want to thank you all helping and supporting with your words and follows and faves. You're awesome, thanks for helping me bring some light to the stories of both Marv and Rorschach. If you've got stuff to ask, comment or suggest, PM me about it, ok? Thanks again and I see you next chapter.