You knew what kind of person Firecracker was. Being on the Seven, you saw a lot of fake people. Firecracker hid behind a persona, just like Maeve, and A-Train, and Noir. It was a common theme with supes.

But unlike the others, Firecracker was pretending to be strong. In all the places she wasn’t.

She fabricated all of her beliefs, all of her stories, all to make her a figure for the media.

She wasn’t anything like what others believed, and it annoyed you to no end.

You liked who she really was. Not who she pretended to be. “Firecracker.” You said, holding her back after a meeting.