Who is That Masked Man?

Not one to spend much time worrying about my hair, I tap the convenience of using my wife's hair stylist.  It spares me the "trainee of the month" at chain places.  The stylist is cheerfully chatty, mostly about her family, which could fill a couple of novels in the romance genre.  A single mom, with an ex who continues to be a wedged anchor in her life, a son just out of high school who just moved out and a tweenager girl who knows everything (who doesn't have one of...