[ WP ] An egocentric supervillain decide to take a day off from evil and do heroics . Just to show the Heroes that ( s ) he could do their job much better .

The breeze across the courthouse steps was unusually cold. I did n't normally feel the cold. Or the wind for that matter. The ability to fly had acclimatized me to it over the years, really. But today... It was chilly. 
 
 Normally the podium was surrounded. On both sides. The Commissioner, the Chief, and the Mayor would stand there with me. Smiling. Always smiling. About the job I was doing. Helping the city. The nation really. 
 
 Today was different really. Today proved I was n't needed. Not at all. 
 
 I took a deep breath, and spoke into the microphone. `` Citizens, members of the press.'' Looking out at the nearly empty staircase, `` Steve, I guess it's just you and me really.'' 
 
 Stephen Thompson was a photographer for the Herald. It was a rag, but he showed up. He did good work, but who knew what he would report. 
 
 `` I'm retiring. The Crimson Champion is no more.'' Another pause, `` Today proves, I just do n't have what it takes to be a real hero. Thank you.'' I unhooked my cape and draped it over the podium, and started walking down the steps. 
 
 I heard a few cursory snapshots as started walking, and it was done. 
 
 It had all began less than eight hours earlier when Robert M. Calhoun was released from holding on a technicality. A decade long rivalry had come to a head, and words were exchanged less than a block from that very same podium. 
 
'You could n't cut it one day as a Hero!' A domino. The first. 
 
 Within an hour I heard the first reports. Of course I responded. I thought it was a joke at first. It was n't. He has shut down three quarters of the drug runners in the city. Not dealers. Runners. He went right to the source. 
 
 Within the next hour, he was in the DA's office, with an encrypted harddrive, with every bit of dirt this city had, and deal wiping the slate clean. By noon, he had recruited a team. A goddamned team. 
 
 He set rules. Simple rules. If he caught you breaking a law in the city, he turned you over to the cops. If you walked and you did it again, he flew you to the other side of the planet and you walked back. He would n't hurt you. He would n't hurt your family, but he would make it damn inconvenient for you to break the law in the city ever again. 
 
 And he was having a blast. He was calling me every twenty minutes. Texting me constantly, asking me why I did n't tell him about this before. He has sponsors by 2pm. Groupies by 3pm. They loved him. He was a superstar. 
 
 By the time of the press conference, seven of the ten most wanted in the city were already in holding, and the other three were on the run. 
 
 A single day. He did this all in a single day. 
 
 I've had my powers since I was fourteen. I've worn this costume since I was nineteen. It's been almost two decades. I have n't done even a percent of what he has. 
 
 He does n't even have powers. 
 

