2019. She returned to her quiet apartment after another long day at Sunset Gardens and slipped off her shoes at the door before returning her coat to its hook. “Honey, I’m home,” she said softly. Her cat came out to meet her, a fluffy little monster, responding less to her voice than the opening of … Continue reading 55: All for Love
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44: In the Lair of Shadowmaster
1954. The mask felt strange to Eddie. As the Wily Wisp, the rest of his costume differed from his father’s only in color. But the skull of the Crimson Wraith was something else altogether. Before most of the world had even heard of Titan City’s Scarlet Stranger, Eddie had met him in person. But the … Continue reading 44: In the Lair of Shadowmaster
39: First Steps
2019. “So, what happens now?” Gracie asked, “I mean tomorrow? Is it up at the crack of dawn for raw eggs, jogging, and push-ups.” “More like crack of noon,” said Danny. Kevin nodded. “Our mission requires us to be ready at the times when crimes are most likely to occur. The peak hour for violent … Continue reading 39: First Steps
37: A Lineage of Mask and Cloak
2019. Danny’s fingers danced across a few keys, and with a few quick clicks of his cursor, the Crypt’s computer monitors began lighting up with image after image of all the Crimson Wraiths who came before. There were seven in total, many accompanied by their own Wily Wisp. “In 2005,” said Kevin. “I became the … Continue reading 37: A Lineage of Mask and Cloak
35: Into the Crypt
2019. Discovering that he had been the Crimson Wraith all along, Gracie was surprised, but immediately realized it made all the sense in the world. “That day at Sprang & Sons, you were checking up on me.” “I was.” Kevin guided Gracie around the back of the Finn Mausoleum, where two brass angels stood on … Continue reading 35: Into the Crypt
33: Unmasked
2019. It was well after midnight — well after the time you “meet a man” called the Crimson Wraith — when Gracie got back to the 6th Avenue Metro station. The platform was mostly deserted, littered by the empty bottles and crumpled takeaway wrappers of other people’s revelries. Her body felt warm and worn from … Continue reading 33: Unmasked
The Crimson Wraith 