Granted, you invented it, and you were the only one who could use it, but you lost sanity due to knowing that the people in different times weren't the same person and that were hosting different souls as well.
Granted, in a parallel universe, parallel you made a wish for that particular post, unfortunately like with all genies, parallel genie is still an expert at misinterpreting wishes.
Granted, but you are the hero that Gotham needs, but doesn't want, and the hero that New York wants, but really doesn't need, so you get on the wrong flight and end up in a Marvel Comicon. Once you finally get to Gotham, you're outlawed, shot twice in your rock hard six pack, then live a miserably cold and lonely life in the Swiss alps, visited only by the ghosts of your dead parents.
