I fought villains in the shadows, and heroes only when necessary to escape with my life. I became a household name, whispered of in darkness, feared by hero and villain alike.

  Everyone had a theory about my sudden rise to power. Most boiled down to the same thing: I was one of those. The ones who wanted to conquer the entire world, and had the power and intellect to pull it off.

  The more villains I defeated, the more worry I caused. Taking out the competition was a sure sign of terrible confidence. Most rising villains tried to recruit their fellows, not wipe them out.

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  Some said my rise heralded the end of the world.

  Some said my rule would be benevolent, and others terrible.

  But the one thing everyone agreed with, was that there was no way I had good intentions.

  I'd like to say I'd cultivated this image with care, that it was my safeguard against the great secret of my weakness.

  But that would be untrue.

  The great irony of it all, is that my reputation grew from nothing. I'm just a guy trying to do the right thing. All I've ever done was fight villains and try to avoid being noticed afterwards.

  Despite my unstoppable powers, I'm not a supervillain. I'm not even a superhero.

  I'm just an introvert.

  In a world full of supervillains you are the most powerful superhero ever to exist, able to defeat every villain and bring peace to the world. Problem is, you lose your powers against anyone who thinks you’re a hero. To protect people, you have to make them all believe you’re another villain