"My, this city has certainly seen better days." Johnny Sorrow remarked aloud as he strolled casually through the ruined city. The fact he could pretty much travel through the city pratically unmolested attested to that. He didn't count the efforts of a couple of  policemen who recognized him, at least they had until they clawed their own eyes out ( Read more... )

 The thing that was once Aleister Hook, perched upon the ruined building as he scanned the once proud city. He didn't know how Fawcett came to this state, nor did he care. His only concern was that the children needed him, they needed his gift now more than ever. Especially if what he had been told was true.  The heirs of Shazam were in this city, ( Read more... )

"Welcome to my home, Mr. Sartorius ( Read more... )

Johnny Sorrow stood just outside the gates of Blackgate Penitentiary, waiting for the appointed hour to begin the first stage of his plan.   He pulled out an antique pocket-watch from his pant pocket and checked the time. 11:58 p.m ( Read more... )