Bill is 34 and is an associate partner at a business consulting firm when he decides that he is going to be a crimefighter. He has money. He’s been going to the gym for years. He’s taken jiu jitsu classes and he’s pretty good. His sensei says so.
He’s not going to be romantic about it. He doesn’t come up with a costume or name. Sensible black clothes, some nice running shoes, a rock-climbing kit, a tazer.
Friday night, he suits up. On his first roof-to-roof he hits the fire escape and breaks his ankle in three places.