Maybe some people would call it obsession. Others would tell him he just had low self-esteem. But that wasn’t true! He was sure that it was normal to spend hours comparing yourself to your rival, picking out any possible way he was better than the multicolored superhero. He was a symbol for the beaten-down and trodden, something the cheerful and naïve Bravoman could never hope to be. He spent far more time training, learning all the tricks and secrets of his rival’s life. And his enemies. And… did he have any other redeeming qualities?
He was the better hero, right?