F*** it. I wasn't gonna go through with it, but here goes...
Completed sample post for Nite-Owl:
"NO MORE MASKS!"
"NO MORE MASKS!"
Even ten blocks from the actual riotscene, he could still hear the mantra beating on his chest.
The year was 1995. William Jefferson Clinton had been sworn into office of President just two years earlier. And while his four previous predecessors were hesitant to gauge the potential conflict that loomed within the Senate from the topic of an unsigned act approved only by Richard M. Nixon in 1985, Clinton had effectively broken the silence of the issue when he brought it up from the archives and announced it would be passed as law. The act in question was the Keene agenda, outlawing masked vigilantism and cutting the population of costumed superheroes from immunity of arrest.
But the law's potential resurface was met with reactions of nearly cataclysmic proportions. Once the idea of the thinning community of costumed superheroes being depleated was put into perspective, many former supervillains had taken what was considered to be their saving grace in stride, collectively beginning to attack American citizens in the hopes that the bill's signing would make haste and end superheroism forever. As a result, many police officers had gone on strike in fear, leaving the streets of New York City, Basin City, and others protected by little more than vigilance... an ironic twist of fate, all things considered. But the strike had prompted chaos, leading to international riots over a period of weeks, declaring the public's distrust of their would-be heroes.
Nite-Owl, secretly the mild-mannered Dan Dreiberg, was one of the heroes trying to keep the peace. But almost the very moment he entered the battlefield ahead of him, the realization had quickly dawned upon him that even with his gadgetry and prowess to keep above being killed by the rioters, he was in way over his head.
"Please, people, listen to me!", He pleaded over a megaphone, hanging off of the side of his massive aircraft, the Owlship.
"The police strike is being negotiated! There's no need for this! Please, just put down your weapons and cease! Return to your homes!"
"Who's gonna make us, vigilante? I don't see no badge!", One idle member of the crowd of looters shouted, as an electronic store's front window was shattered, prompting an invasion of desperate bystanders.
Nite-Owl watched them, horrified, as they took to the objects within like animals. But even as he reached for his utility belt to bring forth something to prevent the robbery, he couldn't bring himself to go through with it. These people weren't the criminals he was used to fighting. They were just people. People out of line, perhaps, but understandably so. The country was in anarchy, and there was nothing he could do about it.
Shaking his head, helpless, Dan commanded the Owlship to hover forward, continuing down the torn-apart and vacant streets, as other citizens fled, eager to make it to the next block to continue their unlawful acts. The government would not ignore them any longer. Masked vigilantes had no place in their world, and even if he didn't want to admit it, Dan was starting to see their side. But at the cost of the country's sanity, was it really worth all of this violence?
At a fourway intersection on the end of the block, Dan finally stopped the Owlship, and leaped down from it's hub.
Backup... gotta find backup...
"H-Hey, man! I was... I was just... I wasn't doing anything! Please don't hurt- ACK!"
Nite-Owl's head shot towards the direction of a dark alleyway, as several sickening sounds came from the void of shadows. Someone was being slaughtered in there. Dan took a deep breath, and was about to retrieve his shuriken as a weapon, but stopped when he immediately saw the thug in question thrown out onto the pavement. His arm was twisted and his nose was bloodied, as his eyes rolled back into unconciousness. And stepping out behind him was a more-than-familiar face...
"Rorschach!", Dan called out, running over to the scene as the vigilante stepped into light, wiping his gloves.
"God, am I glad to see you. Listen, man, I can't do this on my own. I need some-"
Dan stopped, as he realized something. What Rorschach was wiping from his gloves was fresh blood. The thug hadn't been attempting to kill anyone. He was being assaulted by Rorschach the entire time. The inkblots on the rogue vigilante's mask shifted, as he finally acknowledged the nervous Nite-Owl's prescence.
"Ran into trouble,", Rorschach coldly explained, walking past the nearly lifeless thug's body.
"Won't be bothering innocents again."
"I...uh, I can see that.", Dan responded, uneasy at the sight at his feet.
"I guess we've all been kind of busy, huh?"
Rorschach didn't respond immediately. Instead, he just looked forth, ignoring Dan for a tense moment.
"Some of us."
Nite-Owl looked back, watching the fleeing citizens. Trying to do what he could to ignore the tension between him and his former friend. As much as he valued Rorschach's friendship over the years, he had heard all of the rumors. Starting back when he had handled the Blaire Roche kidnapping. After that, his friend hadn't been the same. He had started becoming more brutal. More unforgiving. And speaking in some unsettling growl, almost a hoarse voice from beneath his mask.
Then again, maybe Rorschach wasn't the only one that had changed. Everyone was.
"Look, I'm just glad you're here,", Dan finally stated.
"These riots are getting out of hand. Someone's going to get hurt, or worse. We need to keep the peace."
"Someone is getting hurt.", Rorschach agressively replied.
"Not us."
"I..", Dan stuttered.
"What do you mean?"
"Whole world descending to madness.", he explained.
"Mistakes of past made. Can't keep fighting soft. Can't keep being merciful. World won't allow it. Not anymore."
Dan couldn't believe what he was hearing. Was he actually suggesting that... they become executioners?
"Rorschach, y... you can't really mean that.", Dan urged.
"They're just... they're not thinking straight. This Keene act's got everyone on edge. They're still citizens."
Rorschach looked Dan straight in eyes. Even with Dan's goggles and his own mask, both heroes were intuned in that moment to the passionate hatred in his voice.
"Not anymore."
And in that moment, Dan didn't know what else to say. He simply watched the man he once trusted treaded back into the shadows of which he came, as he gave a final warning.
"Open eyes, Daniel. World needs hope. Evil must be punished."
He was right. The world needed hope.
But not that kind of hope.
God almighty. What's happened to us?