Time passed slowly and silently, bit by bit, and a few days passed in the blink of an eye.
And today...
Owlman, who had long since returned to ordinary life, took out the clean and tidy suit and coat that he usually put together, and put them on.
Put on leather shoes. Although these shoes look beautiful, they are not very comfortable to wear.
Owlman will never get used to shoes like this, with flat feet.
But in the end we have to accept it silently.
Owlman has experienced acceptance and compromise like this one too many times.
Walking out of the basement, Owlman happened to pass by the most treasured showroom in his basement.
There, his old armor had long been covered in dust.
However, Owlman does not feel regretful. He did lose his heroic career, but unlike many others, he never felt regretful.
In fact, he is happy to return to his current life, which is dull but extremely leisurely.
Owlman knows very well that only an imperfect world will urgently need heroes.
If the world no longer needs heroes so much...
Just like more than ten years ago, people no longer need him, nor do they need other Watchmen time.
It's also like the look in Owlman's eyes when he stares at the display cabinet.
The look in his eyes was mixed with a hint of helplessness but also a hint of joy.
He always felt that people didn't need him because they were already living a good life.
If the savior is no longer needed, doesn't it mean that people no longer need to be saved?
So, what a wonderful world this is...
It's just that the international situation is a bit tense.
While sighing, Owlman walked out of the basement.
Take a walk around a house on the ground that is not much different from an ordinary residential house.
Owlman took out the beans from the Fridge and simply filled himself.
After eating, Owlman put on his coat and hat and left.
At the same time, United States New York was in an ordinary park.
A simple coffin draped in the United States flag was being carried by a few soldiers and walked towards the place where it was about to be buried.
At the same time, it started to rain.
The rain was pouring at first, and then it poured like a spring. Big raindrops came one after another, hitting the coffin, and then hitting the shoulders of the soldiers carrying the coffin.
In such a gloomy environment, a small group of people wearing black suits and coats gradually gathered.
Among them, there are soldiers who live a happy life, gentlemen with disdainful smiles, and even Doctor Manhattan, who shines with blue light and has an indifferent expression.
And at the same time.
Owlman also came out of the rain and joined the crowd attending the funeral.
Under people's watchful eyes, the coffin was finally put into the tomb.
After that, the crowd finally started to get a little restless.
Maybe it's the influence of sad music, or maybe it's the scars caused by the pouring rain.
Most of the people standing here recall the past that the deceased saw repeated over and over again.
In Owlman's heart, Joker's face is still vague, but the things he once did make Owlman unable to forget it for a long time!
It was 1963. After the Vietnam War ended, the domestic situation of United States became increasingly serious.
Even though the United States of this world relied on Doctor Manhattan, they unexpectedly won the war.
However, countless families have been displaced and countless soldiers have returned to society. The soldiers who are constantly injured by war trauma syndrome have also brought harm to countless families who should be living in peace.
Until that year, 1963.
That night, countless anti-war people took to the streets to oppose the war and criticize US Government's reputation.
They were supposed to oppose the war, but in the end they became more and more violent in the demonstrations.
Finally, they became a sea of people and then turned into waves.
They rushed towards every poor innocent person, and they brought destruction to countless shops and families that should not bear any responsibility.
Under such a crowd, Watchmen each received their own tasks.
Mediate!
And under this goal, Watchmen, who almost never cooperated, launched their first cooperation with each other.
That night, Owlman drove his own Owl Chronicle, carrying Joker, and the two came to Manhattan District together.
This is the hometown of Doctor Manhattan, and this is also the place where Doctor Manhattan died and died.
And in this environment, Manhattan became the area with the largest number of United States marchers in the entire country.
Doctor Manhattan did not want to participate in the smashing trend in his hometown, so this task fell into the hands of Owlman and Joker.
It was also that night that Owlman met the real Joker for the first time!
As we all know, Joker and Owlman are not the same generation.
In other words, he and all other second-generation Watchmen are not from the same generation.
Therefore, because of the age gap and life, they are not close to each other.
Although everyone is Watchmen, most second-generation Watchmen don't know what the real Joker is like.
That night, facing the crazy flow of people, Joker showed a wanton and crazy smile!
That night, Joker used his shock bombs and rubber bullets to carry out a cruel and crazy attack on countless crowds of people.
Countless people were actually chased away by Joker's crisp, yet extremely cruel and terrifying blow.
That night, Joker did not raise the butcher knife, but no matter it was crowded or trampled.
Thousands of people died in the pursuit of Joker!
Owlman completely remembered Joker's cruel smile. The miserable image of the woman and children that night was completely imprinted in Owlman's heart.
It was that night that Owlman finally understood.
I am Watchmen, they are also Watchmen
But people are not the same.
It doesn't matter if it's one day or many days.
No matter how much time passes, I will never be able to become a person like Joker.
Just...
A long time indeed passed, just when Owlman thought he was about to forget everything.
Joker is dead...
For the death of Joker, Owlman...
Owlman I can't explain how I feel.
From that night on, Owlman didn't like people like Joker, and Owlman even asked himself.
Why would a guy like Joker become the hero in Watchmen.
Owlman originally thought that Joker would be the evil person in his heart forever.
But watching Joker's coffin being buried in the soil, Owlman was not the least bit happy, but Infinity was sad.
Of course Owlman knows the cause of death of Joker.
Although Rorschach had already come to look for him, and Rorschach also told him about the possibility that Joker died in a conspiracy.
But in Owlman's heart.
Joker At best, he would die in the hands of a group of wandering thieves or home invasion robbers.
It's not that Owlman doesn't believe Rorschach, it's that Owlman knows.
Having already lived another life, I have no chance to judge the other party's Civic conspiracy!
In short, no matter what, in the thinking of Owlman's supervisor.
Joker is bad, but he is also a hero.
And the hero died in the hands of the villain...
At least for this moment, Owlman was extremely sad!
The rain poured down heavily and kept pouring.
Joker's body was finally buried, and the final ceremony was finally over.
Under the rain, Owlman and his group gradually dispersed.
No matter how much we cherish our memory, it doesn't matter if we have occasional memories.
The bottom line is, no one likes Joker.
So no one wants to stay for him.
When the rain becomes more continuous and people disappear completely.
In the huge cemetery park, only the solemn tombstones and homeless people searching outside the cemetery are left.
Nana Tramp is about forty years old, with typical white skin, but his face has many red marks left by the sun, wind and rain.
His stubble is fine and dirty, and his hair is short and greasy.
He held the sign and walked back and forth around the cemetery gate step by step, as if he could hardly walk.
No one knew what he was thinking or why he was pacing.
Because no one wants to know what a homeless man is thinking.
And just when this pacing lasted for almost half an hour.
A figure hurriedly walked past the beggar.
He came to the cemetery and went to the tombstone of Joker.
He left an inexpensive but extra thoughtful bouquet for Joker.
Leaving the bouquet behind, the man took off his hat and bowed to Joker's tombstone.
Then, the man left in a hurry.
But this man also failed to notice that behind him, the beggar looked at him with eyes full of meaning!
night.
Time always passes by in such a hurry.
Get some sleep.
Have two glasses of wine.
Play a few games of various types.
Or, work...
When night fell, he finally had his own time, so he finally returned home again.
He is the last person to visit Joker today.
He is also the owner of a small flower shop in New York.
In other words, he is the kind of businessman who is not qualified to have the life of a boss, so he can only work hard as a boss. He is a contented businessman who is not successful.
Because I am content, I am not successful enough.
Everything is always like this.
However, this businessman's night may not be particularly peaceful.
When he took off his coat, opened the Fridge, and planned to get something to eat.
He saw the changes in the Fridge at a glance.
There was a worn-out pizza box that had been torn into small pieces, and someone had placed it in the center of his the Fridge.
He carefully picked up the cardboard, and at the same time he turned it over and looked at the content that was different from the pizza packaging picture.
On the back of the cardboard, a line of large characters is extremely clear.
"Look behind you!"
At this moment, his heart skipped a beat.
He had already guessed what would be behind him.
But the more he guessed, the more... the more he...
It's hard to look back!
The man behind him seemed to be playing tricks on him. If he didn't look back, the man would remain motionless.
In the end, he had no choice but to turn his head back bit by bit.
"Boom!"
The man behind him grabbed him by the collar and pinned him down alive in the Fridge!
"Edgar William Jacobs!
Or Edgar William Vaughan, also known as Death!"
The deep, mechanical voice was emotionless, and it came from the mouth of Rorschach.
And in the eyes of our Death.
All he could see was an ever-changing blackness.
That is the color of Rorschach mask Eternity that remains unchanged but is always changing.
"Who are you!"
Death was scared to death. While he was still struggling, of course he knew the identity of Rorschach, but he pretended not to know anything and defended himself innocently.
"What are you talking about? Damn it, I'm just an ordinary florist!
You...?!"
"It's better to save time than waste it all on quibbles.
I don't need you to defend your identity, I just need you to answer my questions!
Tell me why you showed up at Joker's funeral!"
Speaking of this, even Rorschach himself was surprised.
He pulled Death out of the Fridge, and then pressed it hard on the dining table not far away.
With his knees pressed against Death's lumbar spine, Rorschach continued in a cold voice.
"Although I have never experienced your era, before World War II, you and Joker were eternal enemies.
Joining you is a comic, then you are the ultimate villain that Joker needs to face!
The former enemy managed to survive after being defeated. He should have been hiding in a corner and surviving.
So why on earth would he offer fresh flowers to the tombstone of his old enemy..."
Speaking of this, Rorschach was stunned.
No one knew that the face under his black and white mask really showed an expression of astonishment.
Just beneath him, he thought he was the villain of today, the villain of those days.
Faced with the superhero's blow, the villain not only didn't struggle, he actually peed!
That's right, Death is incontinent.
"Damn, damn!"
Death almost cried.
I actually lost such a big face in front of a superhero!
Although as early as thirty-five years ago, Death was defeated by Joker and then completely gave up on his original conspiracy.
But giving up the conspiracy does not mean that Death has forgotten his dignity as a villain.
He never cares about bleeding in front of his enemies!
But urinating...
For a moment, Death lost all intention of resisting, and sighed in despair.
"Yes, Joker is my old rival, but on the day of his death, I am also willing to show respect to him!"
Boom!!!
As soon as Death finished speaking, Rorschach punched him.
While beating Death until it was shaking, Rorschach asked fiercely.
"You shouldn't know Joker's identity, he always wears a mask, no one knows his identity!
Answer me, what conspiracy are you planning?
Where did you learn his identity?!?"
"No conspiracy, no conspiracy!"
Death shook his head in fear.
"I only know who he is because I've seen his face!
Not long ago, about half a month or so.
One night, Joker actually came to my bed!
It was late at night, around two o'clock in the morning, Joker sat on my bed with tears in her eyes..."
"Wait!!!"
Rorschach severely interrupted Death's narration, and his tone seemed particularly unbelievable.
"You said he cried?!
Joker is crying?!"
"Yes, he cried and started chatting with me while crying.
To be honest, I was so scared at that time, just like now, I was so scared that I peed on my bed.
I got cancer, asshole, stop pressing on my spine.
I am just an old man who wets the bed. I am old. If you want me to die, then give me a ride.
Don't torture me!"
"Shut up and get down to business!"
Faced with Death's hope, Rorschach, although hard-spoken, still sent him over in a nonchalant manner.
After regaining his freedom, Death sat down on the chair tremblingly and continued to talk.
"I said, I said...
That night I was so scared that I peed!
Can you imagine, Joker was sitting in front of my bed crying!
He didn't even wear a mask!
I thought I was dead, but he ignored my thoughts and just kept repeating certain words."
"What are you talking about?" Rorschach became nervous.
"It's all a joke, it's all a fucking joke!"
Death answered, and at the same time he asked himself incredulously.
"I don't know what this sentence means, but I know that my old rival Joker cried very sadly.
I could even see that his expression was full of disappointment.
That's definitely disappointing!"