It’s all well and good to be the doctor that performs the surgery that let’s someone walk again, to be the philanthropist that gets poor kids a college education, to be the diplomat that ends a devastating border skirmish… but let’s face facts. Being the person who smashes through a stained-glass window on a motorcycle, pistol in each hand, dispatching the scum of the Earth with pinpoint accuracy before landing your bike on the face of a slack-jawed underworld crime boss, only to then jump off the bike, diving through another nearby window as you shoot the gastank, with the resultant fireball propelling you through the air into a waiting helicopter?

I think we all know which sort of hero we’d really rather be.