A powerless boy in a world full of superheroes

I am so screwed! You think to yourself as you haphazardly change directions into a narrow alleyway and run into the first open door you can find.

"Excuse me, may I help you?" An old man with a long, twirling mustache and purple suit asks you from behind the store's counter, taking in your school uniform and ragged appearance.

"Bullies! Chasing...me." You explain fragmentedly, trying to catch your breath.

The shop keeper frowns and walks out from behind the counter wielding a long gilded cane.

"Get behind me lad. I'll deal with any trouble makers." The man smiles warmly. He smells of incense and had an air of mystery about him.

"Er, thanks mister!" You jump behind him. He must have a powerful gift if he was confident enough to take on a bunch of bullies for some random kid he had only just met.