Why the world doesn't need Super Heroes

When the age of super heroes ends the world is poised for what... a super villain? A cataclysm? Something dreadful certainly. Either way... no one expected peace to follow. When the world is pushed into a state of self-preservation, only to find itself surprisingly capable of functioning without the help of beings with unachievable body images and ridiculous costumes. What now? Is this mundane life really living, and has peace finally been achieved?

The superheroes are gone. But what is going to happen now, to those they left behind?