"You can't stand in the way of FATE, Silk!" the kid yells, homemade costume askew and standing far too close to the ledge, gun trembling in her hand.

There are few things Cindy feels this sure of, but this particular wannabe villain has managed to touch upon one of her greatest certainties: "Yes, I can. And so can you."

Cindy isn't sure how this particular masked figure has become so sure that it's her destiny to do the world harm, but these days, Cindy has very little patience for the idea of a future written in stone - or cement.