What Kind of Superhero Are You?

Jimminy jilikers!
Evil stands no chance against me, my butler, and my astonishing array of shiny gadgets!
I am evil! Bwa ha ha ha ha!
Gotta fight the good fight, I guess. You know, that whole With Great Power blah blah blah.
I was born to defend against evil.

I am strangely attractive to lawyers and girl reporters.
I'm generally the reason they're distressed.
I discovered my powers saving a distressed damsel. So they're cool.
I never get the girl. EVER.
I buy my women.

Are you kidding? I can barely pay my rent!
With computers and costume vaults and a secret entrance and televisions and TWO butlers!
I sorta piggyback on someone else's lair...hey, it's hard just starting out!
Complete with laser cannon and acid pit.
If I told you it wouldn't be secret, would it?

When I lose all my powers and collapse into a puddle of angst.
Getting left behind by my partner. Wait up!
Spent in prison. But I always escape.
Having my one weakness used against me to terrible effect. Or my girlfriend being lowered into a pit of acid.
Declaring bankruptcy.

Injection molded plastic/kevlar armor and helmet, with Italian tailored gloves and cape and Prada boots.
I made it. Though who knows where I got all that latex.
It's a family heirloom. Or provided by a clandestine government agency.
There are short shorts...hey, I didn't design it!
It depends. What's my theme?

WORLD DOMINATION! Or barring that my own island, shaped like a skull.
For my name to come first once in a while.
Pay off my college loans.
Achieve world peace so everyone will LEAVE ME ALONE!
Don't really have goals so much as lots of money.