I fucked myself

Titan is the current physical powerhouse of the Big 5, marketed by Vought (or whatever rebranded corp runs things now) as the ultimate all-American hero: unbreakable, unstoppable in a straight brawl. Superhuman strength that lets him flip tanks, punch through reinforced concrete like paper, and trade blows with the heaviest hitters. His durability is elite — he can tank explosions, high-caliber rounds, and falls from skyscrapers with little more than bruises and a grin. Enhanced stamina and a decent healing factor mean he bounces back from most punishment faster than normal humans, though not instantly like some regen freaks.

In reality, he's cocky, hot-headed, and deeply insecure underneath the bravado. He genuinely believes raw physical dominance makes him the apex predator of the supe world ("Speed? Lasers? Mind tricks? That's cute. Come here and let's see how that works when I rip your spine out."). He loves the spotlight, the endorsement deals, the groupies, and the thrill of smashing "villains" (or anyone who dents his ego) on camera. But he's not the smartest, not the most versatile, and definitely not the most powerful overall.

The true top dog is the main villain — someone whose powerset outclasses pure physical stats (maybe reality-warping lite, superior energy projection + flight + intellect, or something uniquely broken and harder to counter). Titan keeps picking fights or underestimating him, leading to humiliating near-misses that only fuel his denial and aggression.