His name was Riley. Riley Scoggins. He preferred the name, but his superhero friends knew him as Titanium, or Titan. He was twenty four years of age, and had trained in the Hero Academy for almost his whole life. He was the smartest kid his school had ever known, he was the first student to ever set foot in the Hero Academy. He was the most accomplished and respected superhero in the campus. There was not a single superhero who didn't know his name. There was not a single superhero who didn't secretly wish they were like him. There was probably not a single teenage girl in the whole city who wasn't in love with his very name. He bore the burden of the latter valiantly, but still doing his best to avoid his fans and still be a superhero.

Titan was one of the few people in the campus who actually enjoyed the studies, boring history, and hard calculus problems. He took his PE classes more seriously than anyone else in the Academy, doing an average of a thousand push-ups a day. He knew every heroe's name in the Academy, and every name, every power, and every face of the ancient superheroes of old.
In short, he was a know-it-all, but he never showed it or boasted about it.

Titan was in the middle of a huge crowd as he helped the police dispose of the vanquished Scourge a few hours after the battle. He was doing his best to drag a Scourge the size of a minivan towards a dump truck to be loaded, but the crowd as so persistent, it was hindering from his line of duty. Well, it wasn't his line of duty, all the other superheroes had gone back to the Academy, but Titan had stayed to volunteer his help.
It didn't turn out too well, and he seemed to be causing more trouble by the crowd he was attracting. Titan finally made it to the truck and threw the dead Scourge into the bed.
He turned back to the crowd.
Titan would and loved to tell them to leave, but he decided he'd just have to shake them off. He gathered his strength and leaped about fifty feet onto the side of a skyscraper. There was a gasp from the crowd. He continued leaping from building to building until he had lost them in the maze of the city.

When he was well away from his obnoxious fans, Titan dropped to the ground, striding over to a dead Scourge which was larger than a cement truck. There were already three clean-up workers contemplating how to move it; it was too large to put in a dump truck, and too small to chop into pieces. In the end, they decided to call in a helicopter to heft the Scourge, which looked like a giant prehistoric bird with teeth.
Titan helped with various cleanup jobs until the sun got low in the sky (and many of his fans found him again).
So he made his way back to the academy, feeling no more exhausted than if he was just taken a nap.

Cantor awoke in a dumpster. He was covered in all sorts of trash. He shakily and painfully raised himself up on one elbow, pulling his head out of the cardboard box it had been smashed into.
He took a look around, trying to clear his vision. He was in an alleyway, it was late in the day, there were no signs of battle, which meant that the Scourge had been defeated.
Cantor was in a lot of pain. His muscles ached, he had a throbbing headache, and felt as if his ankle was badly sprained. He tumbled out of the dumpster and into the alley, wincing when his right foot hit the ground. He limped back out of the alleyway and gazed at the destruction the Scourge had caused. Hundreds of firemen and workers were swarming all over the place. Clearing rubble, releasing trapped victims, and disposing of the dead.
Cantor turned and began to limp back towards the Hero Academy where his home was.
He reached the academy just as the sun was beginning to set. He decided to watch the last of the heroes who were wandering around before he turned in for the night. He took up his perch on the rim of the fountain, and watched as the street laps began to flicker on one at a time.

Titan waved a hand in greeting as a superhero passed him on the way to the dorms. On rare occasions, Titan would go outside the academy to watch the sun set over the city. He plucked a leaf off of a tree hanging over the sidewalk, and rubbed it in between his thumb and forefinger. He reached the outside, he could see a perfect view of the sunset along the long street, the view unhindered by huge skyscrapers. He turned, gazing at his long shadow, stretching down the street. Then his gaze fell on the large fountain outside of the Academy entrance. The statue standing atop the fountain portrayed the founder of the Hero and Power Academy. The last born superhero to walk the earth, and the most righteous and true hero of all time.
His fists were flaming, a feat that although many had spent their lives trying to master the power, it was miraculously impossible. It seemed one of the simplest powers, but only a true hero, who had reached his full potential, could have this power, which came quite naturally to him.
One day.
One day Titan would be that hero, standing up there on the fountain, clad in the jumpsuit, with his fist flaming. A perfect example for all the superheroes coming and going outside of the Hero Academy Campus. No taught superhero had ever reached that status, and Titan strove everyday to be the first.
He knew he could do it, and he would do it. With pride welling in his chest, he began to turn back towards the Hero Academy, but then he saw the young street urchin, sitting on the edge of the fountain, gazing at Titan with a look of awe and wonder.
Titan was immediately reminded of the real reason why he was a hero, what his whole mission was for. He was flooded with guilt as he realized his selfish and prideful behavior. He nodded toward the young teen, and strode back into the Academy, doing his best to swallow the lump forming in his throat.