Anyone who finds out your security identity can blackmail you for the rest of your life.
When you have sex as a superhero, you have to keep the cowl or mask on. That only attracts very kinky people. And they can blackmail you.
Having to come up with excuses for daytime boss in order to testify at the trials of the people you caught. Frustartion as arch-criminals are released because you forgot to Mirandize them.
Making Mr. Blackwell’s Worst Dressed list because capes are so out this season.
All those lawsuits and investigations.
Charges of child endangerment and corruption for your kid sidekick, ASPCA protests for your alleged abuse of crimefighting super-pets, FAA censures for violating self-propelled flight restrictions and other violations of the U.S. Patriot Act, residential zoning ordinances broken because your secret lair acts as an attractive nuisance to neighborhood kids, INS-led raids for harboring Illegal Extraterrestrial Alien Teammates in your headquarters, and the annual articles in scientific journals that attempt to debunk all those misadventures that routinely violate accepted scientific dogma, like the square.cube law and lightspeed space travel and the FDA indictments seeking to find out what exactly is in your “superability cocktail” that gives you your vastly enhanced superpowers, and whether or not this perfrmance drug is illegal and/or addictive.
Also, those damned snoopy reporter girlfriends you date are addicted to the adrenaline rush of trying to publicly expose your secret ID and falling off tall buildings.
Superman - Getting busted by the INS for being an alien.
Batman - Trying to buy all those cool cars and gadgets with no known credit history. He can’t buy them as Bruce Wayne, he’d be “outed”. And another thing, how does he keep all those people from blabbing to the Enquirer?
Hulk - Every time he gets pissed off, he has to get all new clothes and a new place to live. That has to be expensive
Daredevil - Being “appointed” as public defender for the Kingpin because he is broke - lost it all at the race track.
Conan - Being hounded by PETA for punching out camels.
Human Torch - Busted for arson.
Hawkman - Shot down by fighter jets in a no-fly zone.
Green Lantern, Doctor Strange, Professor Xavier, etc. - Thought becomes reality, even some out of the blue brain fart - Now that is a disaster in the making.
Storm - She gets all the blame for global warming, global chilling, ozone, floods droughts, everything and gets run out of town by an angry mob.
When people see your outfit, they ask how you got into figure skating.
Even though you have saved the city from certain distruction numerous times, you still have to stand in line at the DMV to register your Hero-mobile.
With the amount of hush-money you had to fork over to the Roto-Rooter man to clear that bowel obstruction, you can’t make the next two month’s rent.
How about when you realize your enemy is way smarter than you, and they have you surrounded by ruthless thugs with superior firepower, in a trap of their own design?
“What did I get myself into?”
I’d think the best superhero would be a combination of a ninja, and “L.” from Death Note… or, a combination of Batman and the Punisher. Why are all the best powerless superheroes somehow like Batman or Frank Castle?
Having to deal with zombies.
Groupies. Zombie groupies.
Batman doesn’t really do daytime, except in the Adam West series and the Superfriends. And possibly the 2000s Justice League cartoon, though I doubt it.
You tell us - after all, you are The Asbestos Mango!
But it would still be a problem for Green Lantern, Zorro, or any other hero wearing a domino mask.
Unless your superpowers include invulnerability or superfast healing, you’re gonna be hurtin’ somewhere pretty much every day of your career. Minor injuries do not heal in comic-book time.
Unless your superpowers include invulnerability, you’re gonna be hurtin’ somewhere pretty much every day of your career. Minor injuries do not heal in comic-book/TV time, and it’s apparently impossible to get through an issue/episode without a few “That’s gonna hurt tomorrow!” moments. It’s like being a professional contact-sport athlete with no off-season.
Very funny. Good.
Dealing with those times when you accidentally clobber an innocent.
Unless you’re rich, explaining those embarrassing sponsors on your costume. {unless you want to explain the patches and stains}
Resisting the urge to pad the tights.
Discovering you’re really lousy at snappy comebacks.
“Hey stop that!”
“Is that all you got?”
“Now I’m really mad,”
or worse, you find yourself quoiting cartoons
“That’s all I can stands, and I can’t stands no more”
“Yoiks and away”
I was thinking the opposite. You have to do all your own costume laundry or some cleaning service will learn your identity.
Or eventually your smelly outfit becomes one of your most dangerous weapons.
I own that book, and love it dearly.
Allow me to name a problem that the OP wants, while describing a situation from said book:
Your arch-enemy arriving at 11:58pm instead of midnight, catching you taking a piss off the roof instead of ready to fight.
Having to constantly break off in mid-action, to allow the comic-book artist to catch up with his or her drawing.
Keeping up with changes to the law in all the world’s numerous jurisdictions.
Parking fines for your Batmobile.
If you’re an American superhero:
Remembering to keep all your receipts, etc. separate, and having to file two separate tax returns.
If you’re a British superhero:
Having to deal with the social embarrassment of forcing your way past queues.
Having to go to the hospital in your costume