When you think about superheroes and villains, you think about fame, failure, good versus evil, flashy latex, super powers and whatever else has been flashing on most channels when flipping through channels. Smaller heroes and villains, who did this because they had to, didn't come to mind.<br/><br/>Superpowers were treated like any other talent. There was an obligation to use them: A duty to the public, to the city, to yourself. And there was no escape from that if you possessed anything that the common human didn’t.<br/>That being said, of course there were people who went out of their way to become heroes or villains without the help of superpowers. But of course without money, and the education or physical prowess behind it, that would remain a dream.<br/><br/>Then there were people like Lee who did what they had to do in order to get bread on the table and a roof over their head. Of course there were lots of them, less heroes as it was only profitable the more famous you got). With villainy it was easier to get money and comfort if your morals were more flexible and you decided to risk getting tangled up with people way above what you're capable or willing to do.<br/><br/>That's why Lee did things the way he did. He teamed up with No one. He never robbed or stole from anything that would give him too much attention, and he would absolutely refrain from using his powers unless absolutely necessary.<br/>Having certain powers was like a birthmark at some point. It was a giveaway of who you were, and having it traced back to you was less than ideal with an occupation like his. So petty crimes and stealing from those whom already had too much been the way he was able to afford staying where he was.<br/><br/><br/>A large soup mug sat in his lap as he flipped through the channels, stopping on one news channel showing something a little too familiar.<br/>A millionaire's home had been broken into, and a few expensive but replaceable items have been stolen.<br/><br/><br/>"There was no visible break in, the culprit stole multiple expensive Japanese vases each worth a couple thousand dollars and another couple thousand dollars from McHydal's safe. No jewelry, technology, or blue prints were taken, however." The reporter with the bright pink tie said, her expression blank and automatic.<br/><br/>"The culprit wasn't an ambitious one. There was jewelry worth twice as much as what they stole all together that was left untouched. There is also no evidence that they had any sort of abilities to aid in their break-in. The only documented criminal who could do something in this style has been in prison for the last 7 years."<br/><br/><br/>Lee slumped into the couch, curling his hands around the soup mug, and looked down at his food instead, deciding that instead of worrying about them tracking him down-they couldn't, he made sure-he was going to devour the last few bites of his cereal and get dressed.<br/>His roommate was out for the morning, so he didn't feel the need to leave the living room in a hurry.  He still had a few pieces left to sell and he personally wanted to get them off his hands as soon as possible yet without painting a target sign on his back. Having illegally obtained items in his garage was not something that let him sleep easy. He was going to wait a few months until this died down and then sell them.<br/><br/>Ten minute shower and a change of clothes later, he was heading out.