Mike Noakes wrote:

I seem to remember, somewhat vaguely, a fanfic, or at least a
fanfic teaser/short from a while ago, that used Rorschach.  
I think it was a crossover with Ranma 1/2, but I'm not sure.
        Anyone remember what it was called, who wrote it, or 
where I could find it?

I wrote it purely as a teaser for a fanfic I would never write.  I tried
to file it under "Weirdest Crossover Idea", but I think that title goes
to the Ranma 1/2 - Pink and the Brain crossover.

You'll find it attached.  I have no intentions at this time to go
anywhere with it.  Anyone who wants to, feel free.

 Heh, I won't suggest a Watchmen crossover fanfic, but,
well... the potential sure is there... (or at least something
of a similar nature).

Rorshach is the perfect foil for Ranma.  Utterly ruthless, never holds
back.  Ranma, while skilled, holds back a lot, often to his detriment.

It'd be interesting.

        -Mike

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-Richard
sterman@sprynet.com

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"Well?  What are you waiting for?  Do it."  I hold my face in my hands. 
Don't want to wear it.  Don't deserve to.

The blue man speaks my name.  There is sympathy in his eyes, something I
have never seen before.  Did he learn from Ms. Juspeczyk?  Bad timing. 
Stupid.  Sentimental.  I have to die and we both know it.

"Do it!"  Tears in eyes.  Can't compromise, even in face of armageddon.
Damn me.

God isn't here to do it, but the next best thing to God does.

I feel my atoms flying apart.  It is a relief.

They come back together.  I am standing in an alley, looking out into a
street.  It is warm, so much warmer than Antarctica.  Still chilled.

I look around, frankly disappointed.  The blue man had blinked.  He had
let me live.  Now, I have no choice.  Must tell people.  Even if it
kills them.

I hear shouts.  Two boys, teenagers, fighting, in street.  One turns and
shouts at the other.  I don't understand.  Speaking in language I don't
know.  Asian, Japanese I think.  Must have been teleported to Japan.

One boy throws punch.  Other boy jumps away; punch shatters stone wall
where he had been standing.

This surprises me.  Very strong.  May be on drugs, maybe steroids, maybe
KT-28.

Other boy attacks.  Fast.  Fists flying faster than I can see. 
Impossibly fast.

Boy is forced back by attack.  Finally, attacking boy kicks other boy. 
Boy goes flying.  Very high.  Hundred feet, more.  Fades into distance.

Impossible.

Where am I?  Laws of physics don't apply.  Or at least rules are
different.  People are impossibly strong and fast.

I frown.  I was strong, fast.  Not strong enough or fast enough at the
very end, but still better than usual scum.

Chunk from shattered wall at my feet.  I pick it up, squeeze.  With
surprisingly little effort, I turn it to dust.

Hurm.

Not Earth.  At least, not Earth I knew.  Blue man didn't kill me.  Just
sent me somewhere where I couldn't tell anyone.  At least, anyone who
would care.

Feel strangely liberated.  Weight of knowledge, responsibility lifted. 
The world I had been on can continue its way to new millenium.  Or
oblivion. No longer my concern.

Now have new concern.

Was sent here for reason.  Can make difference.  People must still be
punished.  Are they people?  Look human, anyway.  Probably no different
underneath, all soft.  They need my strength.

Still holding my face.  I look at it, the ever-shifting black patterns
in the white cloth.  Patterns always changing.  New pattern, now.  New
purpose. New life.

Put face on.  Feel at peace.

Two boys, guilty of assault and battery.  Vandalism.  Property damage. 
Must be punished.  Eventually turned in to authorities.

Girl's voice shouts, "Ranma!"

Remaining boy turns and runs.

I step out of alley, looking as boy joins girl.  Together, they enter
gate.

Priorities.  Hat gone, lost in Antarctica.  In other world.  Need new
hat.  Need new place to live.  Must learn Japanese.  All trivial
problems.  Easily accomplished.  Even if Japanese language takes some
time, I speak language everyone understands.

Soon, I will come back to deal with Ranma.

I walk down the street, into new world.  I am here, reborn.

Rorschach lives.