#ed raymond

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Ed Raymond operated as The Question for a short time to investigate and avenge his wife Elaine's death. After that, he erased all traces of his "outings". He never told anyone.

[dollcrimes]

the fury of firestorm #3: happy father’s day

[dollcrimes]

the fury of firestorm #46, in which ed raymond fucks up spectacularly and his son apologizes to him for it, god bless. the contrast between ronnie’s father and his father figure is clear. one has trust in him and respect for him, and the other one’s his dad. happy father’s day.

[sebeth]

Ed & Felicity Raymond

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The Sunstone Bar was definitely no place for this woman.

She looked young, with coppery red hair and icy blue eyes. She was tall, at least 6 foot, give or take an inch. She looked... bored. Ed wondered how she could be so unassuming, yet dominate the room at the same time. Regardless, she didn't touch the drink in front of her--rather, it looked like she'd set it aflame. Yes, this was the woman Ed was looking for.

He slid into the seat next to her. "Miss Danielson," he greeted. She frowned, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "Lukasdottir," she corrected sharply. "Forget my mother's name. You never learned it." Ed flinched, caught off guard. "I, uh... sorry. Miss Lukasdottir."

She smirked, glancing at him with her bright eyes. "You act so cool. See how easy it is to fluster you? Sit up straight. Close your mouth. And for Odin's sake, relax! You'll never fool your enemy when you're that tense." He followed her hushed instructions, too startled to argue. She nodded with approval, the fire she'd lit making her eyes sparkle in the dim light. "Better. And you can call me Elaine. I'm not one for formality." He gave a lopsided grin, still nervous and awkward. "Elaine."

Elaine leaned forward, resting her elbows on the countertop. "So... I've heard the rumors." She raised her eyebrow at the barista, who nodded and abandoned the duo. She was silent for a moment, her expression betraying nothing. Ed hadn't mentally prepared for this meeting--usually, his clients didn't make him half this nervous.

"Is it true? Are you really..." Her hushed voice lowered even further, and she looked him in the eye. "The son of Captain X?" He nodded. "I am." She returned her gaze to the wall in front of her. "I'm in need of your services. Something very important to me has been stolen. A family heirloom. It's irreplaceable..."

Ed examined her face, trying once more to read her. He didn't like the look in her eyes, still fixed on the wall. Not only was the heirloom irreplaceable, but judging by the fear in her eyes, it was also dangerous. She shook her head as if to clear it. "Here," she said, finally turning towards him, and handing him a photo, attached to a business card. "My grandmother donated it to the Hudson Museum of Human History, but it was stolen before I could reclaim it. That might be a good place to begin your investigation." The glossy photo was of a staff, likely Scandinavian, displayed in a glass case, and the business card was that of the museum's curator. Ed nodded silently, looking back at the woman.

"As much as I would like to begin immediately, I must insist on my payment." Elaine shrugged, dropping a neat bundle of bills in his lap. "Think of it as my down payment. I'll pay triple this amount when you retrieve it. Quadruple if you keep this between us." He counted out the bills--he nearly choked as he counted out two thousand dollars. He nodded, pocketing the cash and tipping his hat. She smirked. "Pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Dare."

"Rockwell," he corrected. "Ed Rockwell."

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Ed couldn't see a thing.

His ribs, likely fractured from the flying debris, ached and throbbed with every step. The ringing in his ears from the explosion never ceased, only pulsed with his heartbeat. And judging by the coppery smell of the warm fluid trickling down his face... well, he didn't want to think about that.

...he probably had to, though. Whatever damage was, it was definitely enough to send any unfortunate passers-by into a panic.

The trenchcoat he wore was a gift from his father--he said it belonged to the friend of a friend, back in World War 1. Shame it was probably torn and tattered at this point. He dug around in the pockets, looking for something, anything, that might lessen this predicament. He always forgot to throw things out--maybe that could come in handy.

Sure enough, after a bit of searching, his fingers met an old rag that had been torn almost in half. He found the two ends, and tied it snugly around his head, over his eyes.

This would take some getting used to.

A minor setback, in the grand scheme of things.

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"So this is the place, huh?"

The warehouse was overrun with plant life. The leafy vines seemed to be the only thing left to hold it together. Officer Davis nudged a small chunk of cement with his foot. "Doesn't look like much." Sergeant Green trudged straight towards it. "That's the idea."

The woman found herself blocked by a burly man. "You're trespassing on private property. You're gonna have to leave." She sighed and pulled out her badge. "NYPD. My partner and I are investigating a string of disappearances in the inner city." He folded his arms. "Warrant?"

Officer Davis stumbled up to him, fumbling with the paperwork. He handed it to the man, who examined it, before nodding quickly and stepping aside. The two officers entered the dilapidated building, stepping carefully around the debris.

The officer flinched at a loud shuffling, and the CRACK of splintering wood. Sergeant Green drew her firearm, holding it out in front of her. "Stay behind me."

The two of them moved in silence through the crumbling building, tensing at every noise. They swept the area, finding nothing, nothing, nothing in every room.

Sergeant Green let out a heavy sigh as she shut the last door. "Nobody's here. We should get movi-" Another loud CRUNCH sounded right behind them. She spun around, snapping the safety off her gun. "Davis, behind me!" she snapped. The officer complied, but he was caught completely off guard by the sight he was met with.

The fugitive looked about 21, with black hair, tattered clothing, and dark stubble. He wore a torn scrap of fabric like a blindfold, stained red with blood. He pressed himself against the wall, breathing heavily. "Oh my God," Sergeant Green huffed, lowering her firearm. The fugitive gritted his teeth.

"Who are you, and how did you find me?"

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📅 07/25/2004

"Late again, Raymond?"

Ed sighed heavily, his tired brown eyes barely visible underneath his disheveled black hair. He silently strolled across the room to his desk, a Styrofoam cup of coffee in his hand. Jefferson spoke up again, one eyebrow raised, smirking slightly. "You really should sleep, y'know."

He pulled out his chair, rolling his eyes. "Can it, Detective. Just give it a few more years, and we'll see how much sleep you'll get with a two-year-old at home."