Writer
Romance Story Challenge featuring the Question:
(by Martin
Scherer)Snow is a bleak covering. It
covers everything, crime, lust, hate and love.You
can stand in the snow and be alone till your
hearts content. You canstare at it willing for it
till melt all you want.
But you'll soon realize that it'll melt
when its good and ready.
Brave
and the Bold #2
(by Jason
Tippitt)
"The Question?" Ollie asked,
attempting to regain his stoicism. "Isn't
life all about asking questions?"
"You know the name," Killer
Frost said. "The blackest of the Blackhawks,
no racism intended. The bad seed who makes the
rest of Patriot look like the friggin' Girl
Scouts. The lunatic who makes The Joker look like
Batman. The whacked-out wanker who made Hub City
look like the Grand Fucking Canyon."
"Oh, that Question." Ollie's
phone rang. He snapped it out of his pocket,
"Jasmine, I don't have time--"
Brave
and the Bold #3
(by Jason
Tippitt)
"Your grandfather knew The Question.
Well, as much as anyone knew The Question,"
she amended. "He knew The Question was this
reporter named Vic Sage. Ollie always thought his
whole motivation was that he was nosy. But I don't
know if he had any proof of that, because that
was about the time he and I -- I mean, he and
Dinah -- split up."
Ollie nodded. "I understand, he said.
So what about the one you worked with?"
She leaned back. "At the time the
Blackhawks were together, he was the Patriot cell
leader for Hub City. Mysterious all the time,
didn't always let us know all the details. We
weren't based in Hub City; we just ran into him
from time to time when we were
in the area. But he usually wore a trenchcoat and
a featureless mask that covered his face, like
the original Question. From reading between the
lines, I got the impression he also occasionally
wore facial disguises; the fact he's disguised
himself as your sister for several months would
back that up."
Suicide
Squad: Nightmares
(by Jason
Tippitt)
"Why do fools fall in love?" the
Question asks, handcuffing Punch. "Why,
because they're fools. Who else would?"
"Put a sock in it," Beetle
retorts. "Oh, wait, you already did."
A flash of light, and Captain Atom is back.
His blue and silver costume, his white hair...
damn, he looks good doing this. Makes me wish I
wasn't just sixteen.
"Sorry to cut out like that earlier,
Nightshade. I hope the heat trail didn't scorch
you."
"Nah, I'm fine," I say.
"You can say that again!" Beetle
quips. I wince.
Beetle asks me to go on patrol with him; I
bow out, tell him I've got places I need to be. (I
don't tell him it's an algebra test at 8:00 a.m.)
Instead, Nathaniel Adam, astronaut and hero,
flies me back to Ditko towers.
Just another night for the Sentinels of
Liberty.
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