[center][b]6:15 AM, November 4th, 2019
Oscar's Apartment; Hub City, Illinois[/b]

[i]R-rrr-ring... R-rrr-ring... R-rrr-ri-[/i] Oscar groaned as he hit his alarm, silencing it. Sitting up in his bed, he rubbed his eyes, glancing at the alarm clock in disbelief. "Morning already...? Shit." With yet another groan, he stood up and stretched, cracking his neck as he did so. "Well, train won't wait for me." And so he got dressed in his usual attire, sliding a coat on afterwards before making his way to the kitchen. 

Not bothering with breakfast or coffee, he grabbed a handful of sugar cubes out of a bag in the fridge, unwrapping one and popping it in his mouth, munching on it and savoring it as he felt some energy return to his body. A few moments later, he made his way out the door, locking it and heading downstairs. His apartment was on the third story of an apartment complex in one of the more pleasant parts of Hub City. "Another day, another dollar." Oscar muttered to himself, before walking to the train station.

~
[b]7:10 AM[/b]

Having gotten on the train at 6:40, Oscar sat in a seat that was less than savory, listening to the people around him. His commute went through The Wedge, picking up some less than desirable people. He heard the doors open once more, letting in a few workers and children heading to school. Two of the kids sat in the seats across from him, ignoring his presence as they began to talk about a gunfight yesterday.

"I heard. The Question—" "—IS [i]SO[/i] HOT!" Oscar had to stop himself from chuckling as he heard that. [i]'As if.'[/i] He thought wryly, sticking his hand in his pocket and digging out another sugar cube. The wrapping was on the floor and the cube was in his mouth moments later. However, he chose the wrong moment to take a breath, and began coughing up the sugar cube moments later. One of the girls across from him scooted closer to her friend, more than likely disgusted.

[i]'God, when does this commute get to the next stop?'[/i]

~
[b]Hub City General Hospital, 11:34[/b]

7:47, apparently.

Oscar had gotten into work at around 7:55, started his computer at 8:00, waited for it to go through the normal start-up routine until 8:02, before loading up QuickBooks and going about his work at 8:04. It was like this yesterday, the day before that, and practically every other day since he started working at the hospital with the occasional change in routine. 

At 11:30 it was his lunch hour, and he made his way to the cafeteria, arriving at 11:32 and sitting down with a tray consisting of a turkey sandwich, a bag of chips, and a can of Coca-Cola at 11:34, AKA just a few moments ago. He took a bite from his sandwich, glancing around at the other people eating with tired eyes. He didn't notice that someone was standing near him until he heard their tray clink against the table.

"Hey Oscar. How's it going?" It was Rita, a nurse that he occasionally had lunch with when their lunch hours aligned. During his first few months as a hero, he had saved her from being raped, though he had known her before due to the aforementioned fact that they occasionally ate lunch together. Looks like this was one of those occasions.

"Hey Rita. I'm doing fine, and you?" He replied before taking another bite from his sandwich.

"I'm doing alright." She replied, and that was that. Their lunches were mostly spent in silence, not an uncomfortable one, but not exactly a warm one either. There just wasn't much to say. A few minutes passed before Rita broke the silence again, "I heard there was a gang shooting in the Wedge yesterday."

Oscar snorted, "What's new?"

"Well, I heard that this guy they call the Question broke it up."

"I thought he was just a myth, an urban legend to keep criminals awake at night?"

"No, apparently he's real. There's even a video of it on YouTube. It's gone viral." This made Oscar's blood go cold. He stopped eating, just staring at his food for a moment. "What's up?" Rita asked, concerned.

"Nothing. Just kinda shocked, is all. Weren't costumed vigilantes banned in the seventies?"

"'67, actually."

"Ah. Well then this guy is breaking the law."

"Yeah, he is, but he's doing some good. The Wedge won't clean itself up. Maybe it needs a guy like him."

"I guess." The rest of the lunch was spent in silence, Oscar leaving at 11:46 after finishing his food. And for the rest of the day, nothing remarkable happened, and Oscar made his way home at 5:00 PM.

~
[b]6:43 PM[/b]

Oscar slipped out of his clothing, getting into his normal vigilante attire. Grabbing his fedora and mask, he stuck the latter in his trench coat pocket whilst setting the former on his head. He made his way to the streets, slipping into an alleyway before taking his fedora off, sliding his mask on, and putting the fedora back on. Donning his disguise, he becomes the Question, and climbs a fire escape and heads to the rooftops. Leaping from rooftop to rooftop, he makes his way to The Wedge, where he will continue his one man war on crime.[/center]