[ WP ] You 're a superhero who is just short of omnipotent . Your fatal flaw ? You ca n't snap your fingers .

“ And now we ’ re back with everyone ’ s favorite superhero, Everythingman! ” The reporter turned to you, holding a microphone in your face. “ So tell us, how did it feel to single handedly defeat an entire army of robot giants? ” 
 
 You smile, trying to look humble, but failing terribly. “ You know, it ’ s really all in a day ’ s work. When you ’ re someone as gifted as me, there ’ s really nothing else that I could do. ” Just for good measure, you throw a wink at the camera. 
 
 The reporter swoons before asking, “ So, will we see you at the annual Super City Poetry Gala? ” 
 
 Your face falls. “ Oh, you know, maybe, I ’ m not sure, it ’ s really just if I can find the time, I ’ m very busy you know. ” You put a finger to your head, pretending to have a vision of crime. “ Actually you know what, I think I feel a crime so I ’ m going to leave. ” And before anyone can say another word, you teleport out of the room. 
 
 Back in your home, you stare at yourself in the mirror. You ’ re the foremost superhero in the world. You can do everything. There ’ s not a single problem you haven ’ t tackled, not a single power you don ’ t have. Except for one. 
 
 You look down at your hand, pressing your thumb against your middle finger, and try something you thought you had sworn off. You snap your fingers together, over and over, trying to produce some sound, something other than the dull thudding you were able to make. 
 
 Seconds pass, then minutes, even hours. Your fingers would be raw, if you didn ’ t have indestructible skin. But it was that same skin, with its slightly oily texture, that made it impossible for you to snap. 
 
 Finally, you noticed light filtering in through your windows. You ’ d spent all night trying to snap -- it was a good thing you didn ’ t need to sleep. Giving up, you lie down on your couch, accepting your fate. If snapping wasn ’ t in the cards for you, you didn ’ t need it, right? Every other power conceivable belonged to you, you were basically a god. 
 
 You take a final look at your hand, a single tear rolling down your face. You had every power, every power except for snapping.
