Superman
I looked at the skies again. For days, I'd been wondering what the point of being a hero was, since the way people acted here in Metropolis, you would think that I was the one trying to kill others and destroy lives instead of Ian Peek.
Ever since his broadcast, he's won a Nobel Prize, and convinced everyone that we, the Justice League, didn't care about the people we were saving, because if we actually did, then they would've known who we were, right?
No.
It feels like no one understands the fact that the people in the Justice League aren't any different than them. We have the same problems, the same homes, and the same wants and needs. Nobody seems to understand that even heroes and superheroes need time to just enjoy themselves and be normal. Or pretend to be normal.
Which was why I was standing here right now. Just yesterday, Ian Peek promised he would reveal my identity to the world like he did with Terry and Bruce. The way I see people treat him, it feels like they would give someone who breaks the law deserves more respect than someone who saves the lives of others.
The more I see that, the more I wonder if saving these people's lives was truly worth it. They didn't treat me with some respect even if I saved them. In fact, one of them had acted as though I murdered his mother instead of stopping robbers from taking money from his bank.
I still remember what he said.
"You're not a real hero. Ian Peek is, and I hear you guys won't even give him the respect he deserves for revealing who Batman was. You're just as bad as he is."
Is it really worth it?