His name is "Mr. Manhattan." (Not to be confused with the blue nude guy.)

Mr. Manhattan wears a sharp, Don Draper-y suit, and would have only one superpower:

Mr. Manhattan makes the perfect Manhattan.

Mr. Manhattan travels from town to town, and saves people from drinking stupid drinks. Jaeger shots, Cosmos, light beer, and anything made with schnapps.

After all, drinking a Manhattan is the perfect way to tell the world, "I can drink a cocktail from a femmey glass, garnished with, of all things, a candy-red cherry, and STILL be the coolest MF in an all-mile radius."

Well, you'd be the second coolest MF, as Mr. Manhattan is a pretty cool MF.

Actually, you know what? Mr. Manhattan is such a cool MF, he'd let you run the room, and have your back the whole time. From fern bars to sports bars, Hooters to Hogs N' Heifers, Mr. Manhattan is here to save you from not being awesome.

Mr. Manhattan carries a leather attache case with all of the appropriate fixings. Rye. Bitters. Sweet Vermouth. Orange peel. Maraschino cherries. A Boston shaker, and two martini glasses. That's it.

But wait? No ice?

THAT'S why Mr. Manhattan's a superhero, bub.

And THAT'S why Mr. Manhattan (along with his schlubby, beer & pizza loving alter-ego) is wonderful.