Rorschach's Journal: November 29, 1980.
Adrain Veidt stopped the one known as the Riddler. He saved Dan. He stopped the bomb from blowing up in the city. He stopped the riddles. I stayed to heal in his building. I stayed to get better, so I could go out to fight the injustice. It has been months since I walked on the streets. Adrian Veidt took me in to heal up, but I knew he didn't want to.
I knew he would rather see me rot in a gutter. I have come to the city streets, and find a new breed filth. Criminals and killers our no longer killing for no reason at all. They have reason, they have orders, they have a boss. A kingpin of the underworld. I must investigate further. I walk in the city streets. A cold breeze runs down my spine. People walk away from me in fear. Fear of my face.
I walk into a corrupted bar. People get to their feet, and walk away. The bartender begged me not to start any trouble, but I had to do something. I had to find out what was happening in the city. What was happening to the criminals? Bones started to break. Blood started to pile up on the ground. Tears ran down the faces of the filthy sons of bithches. They cried out for me to stop, but I would not. I would only stop for what I needed. One man gave me something. He said that the one in charged was known as Kingpin.
Rorschach's Journal: November 30, 1980. Midnight.
After retrieving the name Kingpin, I started searching harder. No leads, no more clues onto who this person really is. I search through the filth of the streets. The whores cowar away, the politicians try to bribe me, and the fuckin' scum bags cry in fear. No one is giving me anything. I find out that they are more afraid of the Kingpin, than they are of Rorschach. I walked through the streets, and heard a woman's cry. I went to investigate. A naked woman pinned on the ground.
Four men surrounded her. One of them was trying to rape her. One of the men saw me, and yelled out that I was here. They let the woman up, and she ran off into the darkness. The four men were smiling, and told me that the Kingpin sent them out to kill me. If only he knew what I would do to them. If only he would know what Rorschach was capable of. The men came toward me with knives, crowbars. Trying to kill me, I simply broke one of their arms.
All of the scums came over to fight, but all of them died. Pools of blood fell on the ground. Only one of them was alive. I asked as kindly as I could, about who was the Kingpin? "Sexual Intercourse you!" , is what he yelled. The filth crawled away onto the streets, only to be flattened by an oncoming truck. I gazed over at the body of the scum bag, and disappeared in the darkness. I continue to search for this Kingpin.
Rorschach's Journal: November 30. 1980. 10:00 pm.
I found more information about this Kingpin after questioning a dirty cop. The law is corrupted to the highest levels. FBI, CIA, the cops all are under his pay roll. I ask myself how do I stop someone this powerful? How do I clean the filth within the law that could overpower me. I know that must stop this Kingpin by any means necessary. I continue to ask questions to the low lives in the streets. All I get is Sexual Intercourse you, and shut up ass holes. I gave those Female dogs some pain, and suffering.
I travel on the rooftops. As the days quickly past, night fell. I heard on a nearby rooftop. I go to investigate. A naked woman was being cut up into pieces by a laughing man. I jumped onto the rooftop, and yelled at the man. He turned toward me. He cut a smile into his face. He had a laugh that echoed through the air. The man was insane. He slashed his knife out at me, but I grabbed his arm. He snapped his arm, and gouged out his eye. The man continued to laugh. He continued to fight back. Finally, I threw him off the rooftop. I gazed down, and saw his his body on the ground.
I heard a door bust behind me. A man yelled out, saying "FBI!". I turned, and saw him raising his pistol. I jumped toward the edge of the other building. He shot out at me, but I got away. The FBI agent was stupid enough to try to follow me. He jumped toward the building I was on, and ran toward me. I hid in the darkness, as he passed by me. I jumped out, knocking the gun out of his hand. He pulled out a knife, and swung out me. He screamed as I snapped his arm.
He staggered back, and I leaped on top of him. I started questioning him information about Kingpin. He gave me nothing. I lashed out unspeakable pain on him, but he was not like the other filthy sons of Female dogs that I usually deal with. He was stronger. I got to my feet, and heard police sirens coming in my direction. I knew that I would be on the run from the police. I knew something bad was going to happen. I walked back fixing to run off. I glanced back, and saw the FBI agent leap off the building, and commit suicide. He did it so I would be in even more trouble. I would have the blood of an FBI agent on my hands.
Rorschach's Journal: December 6, 1980
Snow is falling harder than ever. Police, FBI, CIA, and whatever fuckin' person with a badge has been on my trail for days, and have been staked out at every bar in New York. I have to do something else to get information. I go to the house of Edgar Jacobi, or as I know Moloch. I hide in the shadows of his house, and watch as he comes in.
I sneak up behind him, and grab him. Pulling him up to the roof, he struggles to get away from me. Finally, I have him on the roof. I hang him over the edge. I yell out at him, "Who is the Kingpin!". He stutters at first, but he finally says a name. He says "Wilson.... Fisk...... Wilson Fisk.". I throw back on the roof, and run off into the darkness. I know now who I must stop. I know I must stop the billionaire known as the Kingpin.