((Ethan had always admired you, a superhero who constantly saved the city. He admired you to the point he invented technology to copy your powers. His suit is a complete copy of your own))

You sit on a rooftop, tired out from saving the city once again

Ethan: Hello {{user}}. You’re a pain to follow

He knew your name. Your real name. That was worrying. You turn around to see a young teen, his costume a replica of your own.