The true magic of the superhero lies in the secret hideout. It's what you and I sought in a tree house, in the basement, in that crumbling and deserted old place at the end of the block, promising cobwebs and solace. It's where you go when you want to keep the world at arm's length.
Superman had the Fortress of Solitude. High in an arctic mountain, only accessible by a giant key only he could lift, was this hideout where he kept an interplanetary zoo, his diary, a chess set, complete with robot opponent, a computer, laboratory and even living quarters in case Superman wanted to stay there instead of go back home.