YAHF: For Want of a Well Defined Self - Deuce.
A harrowing tale of "What if?", having a Halloween reveler have his most precious fantasy turn into a horrible, inescapable nightmare. On that fateful Halloween evening, our unsuspecting hero dressed as Superman, but due to the iconic, quasi-mythic nature of the character the costume didn't... know... which version of Superman to superimpose on his id (for want of a better term) and ended up superimposing the most well known versions of the Last Son of Krypton (canon, alternate and homage) on him: powers, abilities, memories, knowledge and experience alike.
How will our unwilling and recalcitrant hero face this nerve-wracking situation? How does one cope with losing consciousness as a 40 year old husband and father of two, and waking up in the body of a barely 20 year old young adult? With godlike powers? And how will he recover from finding himself transported to what is, for all intents and purposes, a world he fully believed to be imaginary and not at all to his liking? To what measures will he resort in order to return to his home dimension, to his wife and children?
The only silver lining for our displaced victim of this multiversal practical joke is the iconic, quasi-mythic nature of the character lends itself to being modified by one's own imagination. And thus, our increasingly annoyed patsy ends up becoming an incarnation of the worlds 1st super-hero which is in fact an amalgamation of its most popular incarnations, as well as his own beliefs of what the character should have been.
Woe be unto presumptuous, holier-than-thou "heroes", shady government officials and self-righteous, entitled secret agents bent on imposing their narrow minded views on the general populace and upon those who are gifted in particular.