A super-hero created by Steve Ditko and first published by Charlton Comics in Blue Beetle #1. The character was later picked up by DC Comics in the mid-80's after the demise of Charlton.

The Question was born Charles Victor Szasz and raised by nuns in a Catholic orphanage. As he grew older, he became a television reporter in Crown City. While there he met and became friends with Professor Aristotle Rodor. Using some of the Professor's inventions, Szasz, who was using the name Vic Sage, created an identity to fight crime. Using a special mask and gas created by Rodor, Sage is able to cover his face, seemingly becoming faceless and changing the color of his clothes and hair. Hence the Question was born.

The Question fought crime for many hears in Crown City, until Sage transferred to Hub City. After angering the corrupt government of the city, Sage was nearly killed and during his year's recovery, came under the care of Richard Dragon and the martial artist and assassin, Lady Shiva. Sage returned to Hub City a different man.

The Question helped to tear down the government led by Mayor Wesley Firman. The mayor's wife Myra began a campaign to clean up Hub City, eventually being elected mayor. For years, Sage helped her in her battle the corruption in the city. Of late, Sage has been traveling from town to town, battling corruption where he finds it, as the Question.

The Question
By Percy Bysshe Shelley

I dreamed that, as I wandered by the way,
Bare Winter suddenly was changed to Spring,
And gentle odours led my steps astray,
Mixed with a sound of waters murmuring
Along a shelving bank of turf, which lay
Under a copse, and hardly dared to fling
Its green arms round the bosom of the stream,
But kissed it and then fled, as thou mightest in dream.

There grew pied wind-flowers and violets,
Daisies, those pearled Arcturi of the earth,
The constellated flower that never sets;
Faint oxslips; tender bluebells, at whose birth
The sod scarce heaved; and that tall flower that wets-
Like a child, half in tenderness and mirth-
Its mother's face with Heaven's collected tears,
When the low wind, its playmate's voice, it hears.

And in the warm hedge grew lush eglantine,
Green cowbind and the moonlight-coloured may,
And cherry-blossoms, and white cups, whose wine
Was the bright dew, yet drained not by the day;
And wild roses, and ivy serpentine,
With its dark buds and leaves, wandering astray;
And flowers azure, black, and streaked with gold,
Fairer than any wakened eyes behold.

And nearer to the river's trembling edge
There grew broad flag-flowers, purple pranked with white,
And starry river buds among the sedge,
And floating water-lilies, broad and bright,
Which lit the oak that overhung the hedge
With moonlight beams of their own watery light;
And bulrushes, and reeds of such deep green
As soothed the dazzled eye with sober sheen.

Methought that of these visionary flowers
I made a nosegay, bound in such a way
That the same hues, which in their natural bowers
Were mingled or opposed, the like array
Kept these imprisoned children of the Hours
Within my hand,--and then, elate and gay,
I hastened to the spot whence I had come,
That I might there present it!-Oh! to whom?

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