A normal person, that's what I am.
I fight crime, like the police do, at night only to return to my normal life.
Injured and bleeding heavily.
They ask me where I was but I can only change the subject or make up a small, stupid lie.
I would tell them but they'd call me stupid and idiotic if I did.
They'd look past the fact I have helped save people.
They'd call me a child, a daydreamer.
They'd tell me that I was just a stupid child with a big dream.
But I'm not.
In fact they wouldn't be able to see I endanger myself every night to help those too scared to help themselves when the police can't.
And that, is truly what I do.