Back then, all the boys his age had hero-worshipped costumed vigilantes. Jack supposes they still do.

or: anything that can go wrong in your tentative courtship of a miserable ginger vigilante, will. The first time Dan sees Rorschach without his mask, it doesn't go so hot.

Ian likes to be helpful. Adam needs a whole lot of help.

Longing makes the world bright and the yearner blind, he knows, but even without his want soaking through and staining it, he thinks— he would be sure.

(The one with the wound-fingering. )

"You have hairier feet than a satyr."

"Don't be an idiot, Achilles, they've got hooves."

"Hairier than a satyr's ass, then. And they stink."

Jesse finds Bob in the night. It doesn't go the way Bob might hope for.

Crash needs Ginger. Ginger wants Crash.

“We raised a child together,” Jiang Wanyin says, voice thick with pain. “You two were sworn brothers.” He swallows hard and oh. Oh, no. Lan Xichen is not ready for this conversation. He is never going to be ready for this conversation. “And because of what he did, there is nowhere outside this room that either of us can mourn him.”

Lan Xichen has been in seclusion for half a year, healing, he thinks, from the way his world was upended that night in a temple in Yunping…

Eddie's mouth doesn't always get him out of trouble.