Authors note: Sorry it took so long to update this, we just got done with our school play and that took up most of my time, anyways here is another chapter, sorry this one is kind of slow and mostly about Juliet, please bare with me, there will be some action coming up!

Enjoy!

"Not a whore…" Rorschach concluded as he watched the young woman with the name tag Juliet walk off in a huff. "Gave a funny look." He thought continuing to watch her retreating form.

He wasn't quite sure why she invaded his thoughts in such a way that forced him to actually notice her presence; seldom did any being do so…and never a woman. It annoyed him somewhat, knowing not what he saw in this woman. "Different…" he thought. Of course she was different she was blind…Perhaps he should place brail on his sign, which at the moment rested against his shoulder in a lackadaisical fashion. This perturbed him even further and he adjusted his sign and began to trudge off. What did it really matter? She was, inside, just like everyone else in the world…naïve, stupid, out of touch; in truth everyone was just as blind as she was to the world and its animosity. He pushed her from his thoughts cursing at himself and his sudden flicker of weakness, he would not let it happen again, he couldn't.

Growling softly to himself he rounded the corner, the woman now pushed from his mind, he would go about his day as usual, which most would call skulking around the city streets like a stay dog.

Perhaps he was as a stray dog was; alone…no real place to call home…no one to come home to…no, he wasn't a stray dog. He had a purpose, to rid the vile world of the scum that spewed out from the underbelly of the cities and their ever-growing rat holes. He was not a stray dog, he lived for something, to find the source of all human crime and corruption and rip out its heart…

Her walk through the park had remained undisturbed, and she had gotten to enjoy the sounds of the early morning; the birds chirping, the crickets who had not yet decided to call it a night. And although the sound of city life was never ending all the hustle and bustle, the sounds of cars and people seemed to be somewhat muted in the wake of the early morning.

Though as she arrived at her destination the commotion quickly picked up and the somewhat serene start to the day quickly was shattered, with the sounds of the city day just beginning to heat up, Juliet sighed and opened the glass door to her work place.

"Good morning Juliet!" the young woman recognized the chipper voice that belonged to her friend and colleague Lillian.

"Morning…" she replied in a lackluster fashion that she was sure that her associate would notice.

"Bad start to the day?" the younger woman asked as she watched Juliet thumb through the work cards so that she could punch-in.

"Not particularly…" finding her card, quickly punching in, and placing it back in its holding area.

Lillian still marveled at the fact that the woman before her could live such a normal life without the aid of her eyesight; she did things as everyone else did, without even batting an eyelash. She remember when she first came to work for the firm that she had never taken any notice to the woman's condition until she had overheard someone at the office mention it. She also remembered how when she had attempted to aid her she was quickly turned down and told that she was just like everyone else and needed no sort of special attention.

"At least the day is supposed to be nice, no rain in the forecast." Lillian continued as Juliet grabbed her cane, which she had placed against the cool concrete wall and turned on her heel to face the young blond who stood in the doorway.

"I suppose so…it would be nicer though if we could enjoy it and not be stuffed up inside all day." she replied.

"That true." she could hear the smile in the young woman voice and she wondered how she could always stay so content in a world such as this; and at times she wished she had her optimism.

"We should get to work." Juliet said knowing that the phone wouldn't be answered and the paperwork wouldn't get done by itself.

Lillian nodded in response though the brunette couldn't see the indication of acknowledgement.

Juliet worked in a small business that worked with a larger business, which in turn was owned by none other that Adrian Veidt the smartest man in the world and his world-renowned corporation. She was a receptionist and although her job only required her to take calls and push papers on occasion, it was also incredibly boring and the thought of quitting often flitted through her mind during the work hours. Though, then again, good jobs were hard to come by these days, no matter it you had a college degree or dropped out of high school before receiving your diploma. So the outcome was always the same, stay at her job…after all the pay was fairly decent and it allowed her to pay the rent and live a somewhat modest life, though she was by no means one who could spare the money to buy anything extra or extravagant.

She had managed to make it through the first half of the day without to much trouble apart from an extremely distraught client that had kept her on the phone for nearly an hour complaining about how the stocks that he had invested in were not earning him any money and were in fact losing money. When she had told him she was not the person he need to talk to and she would put him in touch with someone who could help him, he had told her he refused to be hand off to anther person, claiming that she was blowing him off. However, finally, in the end she managed to convince him that she couldn't aid him in the way needed and was able to finally transfer his call to another person.

She sat at the small table in the conference with Lillian as she ate her cheese sandwich that she had brought for lunch and told her about her day.

"I need to get out of here Lillian…" she said with a frustrated sigh.

"What? Why?" the younger woman asked in surprise.

"I didn't go to college for six years just to be working at some dead end job." She replied and fidgeted with the handle of her cane.

"Well, what did you have in mind?"

"My major in college was history…"

"Oh." Lillian sounded less than enthused, remembering history class in the fifth grade to be quite boring.

"It's not as dull as it may sound." Juliet replied with a soft smile and went back to her somewhat less than satisfying lunch.

She had been kept late that evening, leaving the building nearly an hour and a half later than she usually did. The hands of night beginning to grip the city as the sunset beneath the towering buildings, lights beginning to flicker to life as if being awaked from a slumber.

Sighing she rubbed her arms with her hands, feeling gooseflesh already beginning to speckle her skin from the cool night air. Then she gripped her cane in her hand loosely and began to walk towards the bus stop, not particularly comfortable walking through the park at this time of night, when the rats seemed to emerge form their hiding places.

She made it safely home without too much trouble; apart from the fight, she heard occurring in one of the ally ways, which she hastily walked by not wishing to repeat any current events.

Sighing she made herself a quick cup of tea and decided to turn on the weather, and find out what the next week would look like. Much to her dismay within the first five minutes, the forecast predicted that there would be nothing but rain for the next week and she quickly shut the TV off, finished her tea, and decided to get ready for bed.

Snuggling beneath the soft covers of her bed, she began to drift off into thought; nothing truly deep nor anything philosophical, just a recollection of what had occurred the past few days. Finally these thoughts brought her to the strange man who had a saved her life the night before, which she was eternally grateful for, but who was also a complete jackass. She wondered who he was, and why he would waste his time to save the life of a strange that meant nothing to him, people in this city just did not do that…she had long thought any act of heroism had died off.

As she continued to lie in bed and stare blankly into the darkness that enveloped her, she remembered talk around the office of a vigilante that prowled the streets at night and dealt with city scum, she heard mention of him on the news as well …Rorschach…that was his name.

She wondered if the man who had saved her had been the masked vigilante that everyone claimed to be extremely dangerous as well as wanted for his unlawful actions. She shuddered slightly at the thought, if the man who had saved her really was this Rorschach character… she shook the thought from her head, what did it matter? She would most likely never meet up with him again.

However, as she began to fall into a troubled slumber, she had a feeling in the pit of her stomach that she would meet the masked man again…and she didn't welcome it.