A real super hero can deal with a few tics

Am I unique? I seriously doubt it and yet the heroes I find to be most compelling are not the ones who leap tall buildings in a single bound, or do good deeds after being mutilated by modern science. I wouldn't rule anyone out just because they do these things, it just isn't enough to make my taste buds tingle.

I need a hero I can relate to and the closest I have ever come to dealing with transforming monsters was in a dream I had, that my mother, who smoked cigarettes and had a Zippo lighter, was coming up the steps of my elementary school to get me and all she had to do was flick her fingers to create fire. I didn't deal well with that then and I can't really relate to it now.

My heroes are the quiet people, those who live in the world, but apart from it; those who deal with darkness by placing themselves between it and me; or between it and some other everyday person. The drama comes in the discovery of the darkness and the exploration of its relationship to me. The sexual tension is in the strength of the hero who, while suffering the same desires I do, avoids the pitfalls I might succumb to.

It is the desire to save the hero from saving me, the adoration that comes naturally when someone is willing to sacrifice themselves before they sacrifice what they believe, that makes me fall in love. And it is this love that holds them up to the light so I can see how beautiful and strong they are through and through.

If they happen to also do some quirky little thing like spin webs, or morph into motorcycles, it's okay with me. A real super hero can deal with a few tics here and there.