Hannah Washington slinked out of her apartment in her superhero alter ego, her red synthetic exoskeleton hugging her ample curves and bust as she leaned from rooftop to rooftop. She needed time to think. Not just if her past, but her present.

Everything that has ever happened to her so far has felt like one if her childhood dreams. As if she never truly woke up from all those years ago.

She stood over a rooftop and morphed back her mask, her curly hair and brown skin being blown by the cold night wind. The calm before the storm