[ WP ] Tell me the story of a publicly hated hero fighting a much beloved villian

When I was younger, I used to love comic books. As many young boys do. I collected all the issues of my favorites ( particularly Batman ) and read them until the cheap bindings fell apart. I wanted to *be* them. I only wish that I could go back and slap some sense into myself. In the real world, no one loves the hero. 
 
 Allow me to introduce myself: the Detective. No, of course I wo n't tell you my real name. Am I hero? I like to think so. Even though I do n't have any powers. I'm not an alien. I was n't transformed by a burst of radition or a spider bite. But then again, neither was Batman, right? His ony superpower was money. When things really get hard, I like to tell myself that Batman would persevere. He'd be content to give up the batcave and live in this falling-down, rat-infested old factory too. He could deal with the constant loneliness, with nary a butler or sidekick in sight. Choking down microwaved dinners and doing his best to ignore the lumps in his matress. With the consant public persecution and harassment from the media and the Mayor. 
 
 Ah yes, the Mayor. Have n't told you about him yet, have I? Well, he's the reason that only *I* consider myself a hero. And he's the reason that I no longer believe in comic book endings, because the good guys never win. Not when the bad guy really can hire a gang of henchmen. Not when he owns a piece of every major company in town. Not when he owns half the papers and almost all of the radio stations. Not when the Chief of Police reports directly to him. He bought his way into office, and I was the only one who dared protest. The Mayor *does* have a super power, and it's called influence. 
 
 It's all so easy in comic books. You find out the plot, you confront the bad guy, knock him around a bit, and then you win! Easy-peezy. Well, I can do that, no problem. I'm in tip-top fighting shape. Gymnast, runner, boxer, wrestler... I've got the trophies for all of them. And I've got the brains, too. Maybe I'm not Batman, but I've been able to uncover quite a few criminal enterprises with the direct ties to the Mayor. And yet I still lose, every time. The Mayor has another superpowers: fucking lawyers. Comic books never focus on things like'chain of custody' of evidence, or'hearsay' when you record the incriminating conversation, or'duress' when you manage to'politely' convince a thug to testify. The few times I've managed to get the Mayor dead to rights, and he walks away clean. That's assuming that I can even get him into a courtroom; most of the time, the evidence just magically disappears. I ca n't even scratch his public persona! People *love* the bastard. Like I said: he has superpowers. 
 
 I, on the other hand, have none of those abilities, and the mayor knows it. There are wanted posters of me plasteed everywhere; even on the front of the old factory where I hide out. I ca n't even manage to be a thorn in the Mayor's side, because he has turned me into his scapegoat. Oh, someone tries to challenge the Mayor and turns up dead in the river? Looks like that gun belonged to the Detective! A rival mobster's business burns down? Must have been the Detective! I'm the most hated man in town for doing all the right things. 
 
 Well, tonight, I've decided I'm done. Batman has one rule that he'll never break, but I ca n't afford that luxury. 
 
 Tonight, I'm going to kill the Mayor.
