1954. Gazing upon Lady Luna’s arrow gleaming in the darkness, its promise of death pointed at his heart, Eddie cursed himself for not being more suspicious of her. Perhaps that was the unease he had felt around her, something his father’s feelings for his childhood sweetheart had kept him from seeing. Had there been any … Continue reading 46: Face-to-Face with Shadowmaster
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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
42: The Return of Shadowmaster
1954. Seeing Sylvia on the rooftop the night before, masked as Lady Luna, unsettled Eddie less than opening the door of Finn Manor to her the next day in broad daylight. Perhaps it was the smile she wore — the kind that said, I’m in on the secret, part of the club. Eddie didn’t remember … Continue reading 42: The Return of Shadowmaster
18: Defender of the Defenseless
1939. Will had anticipated much of that night: the point in the secret passage where Chubby would also wear the cloak and mask to block Robert’s escape, the blanks he had loaded into his father’s pistol, the mannequin lowered from the roof to make him appear to float outside the window, the disabled car starters, … Continue reading 18: Defender of the Defenseless
3: Scream of the Blue Banshee
A monochromatic image showcasing an old industrial building with a towering smokestack next to railroad tracks 1940. The Blue Banshee’s eyes burned with maniacal fury through jagged slashes torn in the shapeless hood that concealed his face. Across from him, the Crimson Wraith met his gaze, the dark and seemingly-hollow sockets of his skull mask … Continue reading 3: Scream of the Blue Banshee
2: Shadows at Sunset
Elsewhere... His shift in the kitchen having ended, Lawrence didn’t mind escorting Mr. Burton back to his room after dinner. It was on his way out anyway. He kept pace with the elderly gentleman as he worked his way down the thickly carpeted hall — past the pair of cockatiels who served as pets for … Continue reading 2: Shadows at Sunset
Legacy of The Crimson Wraith 