Two years later

You served a short sentence of two years, getting out early for cooperation with the Powered-People Rehabilitation Program. Fresh in your mind however, was the punishment you had received from Miss America. You scorn her for it. Often times, when alone, you have recalled every little detail—the humiliation, the pain, the shame. How helpless you were against her power. She became a fascination: a tormentor of your wounded pride. You hated her for how she made an example of you, how she displayed you to the world at your worst. In your mind, she was your true nemesis, and you would devote your life to becoming her tormentor, to display her pain and humiliation for all to see. You'd make a painful example of her to all the other heroes, and in time, she'll be the one who regretted ever becoming a superhero.