If masked vigilante crime-fighters count, I have a true story that might give you faith that there are superheroes out there.

This is before COVID.

There were a lot of homeless people in Manchester City Centre. There still is, but before COVID, it was more pronounced.

There was a homeless guy who used to sit in front of the building where I worked. On my way out of work, I used to grab him a cup of coffee and chat with him for a few minutes before heading off for my tram.

One Monday as I approached him I notice that snaking out from under his hat is quite a deep and angry-looking cut that had been stitched.

I asked him about it and he said some guy had come walking down the road attacking homeless people with a broken bottle. They’d all been taken to hospital, patched up and given antibiotics, but everyone was really scared now.

A couple of days later, he mentioned that the police have found the guy who did it. And ‘found’ is the correct word - the guy was lying by the side of the canal beaten to a bloody pulp. Apparently he’d been attacked by someone dressed all in black wearing a black mask.

So, I know for a fact that there is at least one person willing to put on a costume in the height of summer and beat up villains - I imagine there are many more.