Inspired by an episode of a Shmatman cartoon.
Chapter 1: Maia's Maladies
"Sorry, Maia, but you've got twelve broken bones," Legacy reminded the Wraith as he gently held her in her hospital bed. "It'd be irresponsible of me to let you go to Rook City in this condition."
Maia tried her best to push past Paul's hands, but it would have been a futile effort if she were healthy, let alone with two broken ribs, a broken arm, broken legs and a broken collarbone.
"Nick's coming as fast as he can, but he won't be here for two days," he continued. "For now, just think of it as a vacation."
"Crime doesn't take vacations," Maia growled.
"I'm sure Slim and Amanda can handle it," Meredith spoke up from her side of the room. She wasn't the only one there; Devra, Vanessa and Pete were all visiting, hoping to cheer the injured vigilante up. They were failing.
"The Wraith is a symbol," Maia insisted. "If she isn't there to protect Rook City, then... urgh..."
She drifted off to sleep as the medical bot administered the anaesthetic.
"...Let's give her some privacy," Vanessa offered. The others complied, heading out of the room.
Two seconds later, Meredith burst into Maia's room, opening her wardrobe.
"Like you said, Maia, the Wraith is a symbol," she murmured. "So if Rook City needs a Wraith..."
She grinned as she found one of the crimefighter's spare costumes, and bolted to the exit.
"Now, let me see," Vanessa mused as she began snooping around Maia's room. "My vision told me the spare was..."
Opening a drawer, she found one of the spare Wraith costumes. In spite of her stoicism, she felt a smile creeping onto her face.
"If Rook City needs a Wraith..." she thought aloud, before warping herself to Rook City.
"This way, Mr. Chomps!" Devra commanded her friend as she opened the door. "And keep a grip of that flashlight!"
The tiny raptor complied, shining a light into Maia's wardrobe. Devra searched intently until...
"Aha!" she yelled, before shushing herself. "...Aha." She held the costume up so she could see it better.
"Well, Mr. Chomps, if Rook City needs a Wraith..."
The raptor bot motioned to the door, as if to encourage Devra to head to the teleporter.
Pete whistled as he got his laundry out of the washing machine. T-shirt? Check. Jeans? Check. The Wraith's costume? Check.
...Wait a minute. The Wraith's costume?
"How did that get in here?" Pete wondered aloud. "I guess I mixed up my and Maia's laundry. Whoops! Wait... Maia said Rook City needs a Wraith. So maybe she gave me this so that..."
Pete grinned a little as he examined the costume. Well, who was he to argue with the Wraith?
To be continued...