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More of the AU I'm not writing. Because it has been eating at my brain and I can't help myself. (Note: narrator's opinions vis-à-vis Mary Winchester are definitely not reflective of mine. I'ma go read Wonder Woman pr0n now to scrub the misogyny out of my brain) Also, there is reckless screwing with both SPN and Watchmen timelines.
November, 1969, a Comedian is killed in Vietnam.
Sergeant John Winchester is a good man, a patriot, a soldier. War hero. Mask-killer.
When he sees Blake murder a woman -- a whore, pregnant with Blake's child -- he pulls his own weapon out and guns him down. Then he turns to Manhattan, defiant, and nods at Blake's body. "Man had a point. You could have turned his gun into a banana. Teleported him away. Whatever you wanted." He braces himself for whatever is coming and adds, "You could turned my gun into a banana, too."
"Yes," Manhattan says. "I could have." Then he walks away, leaving Winchester alone with Blake's body.
Blake carries two photographs tucked inside his costume. 1. Old photo of the Minutemen, cropped to show just him and the first Silk Specter. 2. Picture of Laurel, Silk Specter II, also in costume. The resemblance is obvious, if looking for it (should have seen it long ago. Sloppy. Not thinking).
Winchester goes to see them when he returns from Vietnam. Penance, he thinks. Tell them Blake died a hero, tell them he was honored to serve with him. Pretty lies; Sally Jupiter knows the truth.
Laurel knows the truth two, by the time their first conversation is over. About who her father is. About how he died. She is a mask - knows when people lie to her.
Winchester doesn't know that while he's been fighting for his country, his wife has made a pact with the devil. Deals with demons are sealed with a kiss, with sex; make a deal and you are selling yourself literally as well as figuratively. The devil's whore.
This particular whore gets what she deserves just after Winchester comes home, and he is left alone with two children, boys, the youngest only a year old, born while he was in Vietnam; his wife was pregnant when he left.
Winchester doesn't know about his wife's deal, thinks she was murdered. He wants justice. Vengeance.
Winchester is a veteran, trained soldier. He knows how to kill communists, snipers, America's enemies. Not hard, he learns, to take that knowledge and apply it to monsters.
After Keane act is passed, he is checking up on Laurel, something he does at least once a year. Tired of sitting around with nothing to do but be Dr. Manhattan's (and the government's) kept woman, she asks him to teach her how to hunt.
He does.
Adrian Veidt keeps an eye on what Silk Specter is doing, of course -- spied on all of us, all along. Should have been more aware of it, but too late for that now -- and Winchester intrigues him.
Veidt watches them, investigates them, learns about what Winchester fights; different kind of monsters than the scum that clogs New York's streets.
That was when it began (or did it begin in Vietnam, with Winchester and Blake and Manhattan not stopping either of them? Doesn't matter now).
Veidt always liked making deals. Businessman. Thought he could get the best of this one, too.
Stupid.
Now the city pays for it.
Now the world pays for it.
November, 1969, a Comedian is killed in Vietnam.
Sergeant John Winchester is a good man, a patriot, a soldier. War hero. Mask-killer.
When he sees Blake murder a woman -- a whore, pregnant with Blake's child -- he pulls his own weapon out and guns him down. Then he turns to Manhattan, defiant, and nods at Blake's body. "Man had a point. You could have turned his gun into a banana. Teleported him away. Whatever you wanted." He braces himself for whatever is coming and adds, "You could turned my gun into a banana, too."
"Yes," Manhattan says. "I could have." Then he walks away, leaving Winchester alone with Blake's body.
Blake carries two photographs tucked inside his costume. 1. Old photo of the Minutemen, cropped to show just him and the first Silk Specter. 2. Picture of Laurel, Silk Specter II, also in costume. The resemblance is obvious, if looking for it (should have seen it long ago. Sloppy. Not thinking).
Winchester goes to see them when he returns from Vietnam. Penance, he thinks. Tell them Blake died a hero, tell them he was honored to serve with him. Pretty lies; Sally Jupiter knows the truth.
Laurel knows the truth two, by the time their first conversation is over. About who her father is. About how he died. She is a mask - knows when people lie to her.
Winchester doesn't know that while he's been fighting for his country, his wife has made a pact with the devil. Deals with demons are sealed with a kiss, with sex; make a deal and you are selling yourself literally as well as figuratively. The devil's whore.
This particular whore gets what she deserves just after Winchester comes home, and he is left alone with two children, boys, the youngest only a year old, born while he was in Vietnam; his wife was pregnant when he left.
Winchester doesn't know about his wife's deal, thinks she was murdered. He wants justice. Vengeance.
Winchester is a veteran, trained soldier. He knows how to kill communists, snipers, America's enemies. Not hard, he learns, to take that knowledge and apply it to monsters.
After Keane act is passed, he is checking up on Laurel, something he does at least once a year. Tired of sitting around with nothing to do but be Dr. Manhattan's (and the government's) kept woman, she asks him to teach her how to hunt.
He does.
Adrian Veidt keeps an eye on what Silk Specter is doing, of course -- spied on all of us, all along. Should have been more aware of it, but too late for that now -- and Winchester intrigues him.
Veidt watches them, investigates them, learns about what Winchester fights; different kind of monsters than the scum that clogs New York's streets.
That was when it began (or did it begin in Vietnam, with Winchester and Blake and Manhattan not stopping either of them? Doesn't matter now).
Veidt always liked making deals. Businessman. Thought he could get the best of this one, too.
Stupid.
Now the city pays for it.
Now the world pays for it.