Copper and Iron
Vignette in which Rorschach reflects in a back alleyway beyond the prostitutes and filth
You know it's going to be nothing but
"See whores. Young whores, old whores, strung whores, bold whores.
Seen whores lie. Seen whores die.
Yesterday, saw head crushed in door; belonged, of course, to filthy whore.
Whores dream, whores scream, but whores forget; New York, for sins, will always abet."
I don't think I need to Seuss up Rorschach anymore, and really need to stop right here and now.
Context is also unamused by how many people in the Harry Potter fandom find prostitution hilarious.