OK, we all know that by putting on a cape, mask and tights and going forth to do battle with the sufferers of ASSPD that the comicverse has spawned, a person, particularly one without superpowers, runs the risk of being shot, stabbed, thrown off a building or dying in come unnecessarily complex booby trap. There is also the everpresent hazard of somebody who doesn’t like you very much finding out your true identity and using the information to cause trouble of various sorts.
That’s something we expect. We have learned to deal. Well, most of us have, anyway.
But there are a lot of hazards that most vigilantes don’t think about? Stuff like,
your girlfriend dumps you for your alter ego? (sorry, Batman and Robin was on in the breakroom at work the other night).
After a hard night doing battle with your arch enemy, you come to work bruised and battered and find yourself set upon by coworkers giving you the phone numbers to battered women’s shelters and asking you “Why don’t you leave him?”
Let’s see, what else? (Hey, if it was easy to think of more than a couple of these things in advance, we’d probably think twice about going out at night dressed in spandex and looking for trouble, now, wouldn’t we?)