The romantic is dead. In his place: a vigilante, a prophet, a ghost in the city’s gutters. This is grief in a mask—and the mask cracks.
re: Tony. Psalms for the Forgotten Vigilante
The Hidden Costs of Heroism
Forget the villains — this is about grappling hook waste, radioactive heroism, and the thunder god who just invalidated your insurance policy.
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