Delia felt her heart plummet to the pit of her stomach. Her arch nemesis, her rivial of two years stood before her unmasked. Beaten and bloodied into submission once and for all. Her gut turned with guilt and shame.

A child stood before her, defiantly glowering at her while panting. Suddenly she wasn't the superhero, Red Mist, she was a mother with a child hurt in front of her, and it was her fault.