It is easier to write about superheroes than about people,

since nobody would ever want to read a story
about Clark Kent’s third warning from Perry White about
late deadlines and then watch Clark walk home from
work, tired, to a tiny apartment in downtown
Metropolis, where he
heats up a can of vegetarian baked beans in a tiny microwave,
and thinks about his poorly received first draft
and all of the other people on the Planet making fun of him

when they could be reading about Superman
saving the human race from Doomsday
without being human himself

you reason, and dig into a bowl of B&M before getting to work.