CH2

Mr. Villain strode forward his armor hissing and clunking away as he walked out onto the street. Daunting and scary looking as he drew the attention of countless people, his broad form dawned in pitch black power armor as he raised his hands and shouted, "People of Metropolis!"

"Fear, for I am here! The Greatest Baddie to ever grace these streets! Fear me and my latest device, the Lean Inator! I love Lean! For the record, this is just purple fizzy soda- NOW SUFFER," He screamed as the glowing device on his shoulder began to spray Soda onto people's cars. The sweet drink ruined countless people's hairs and outfits for the day.

Mr. Villain laughed loudly as his spray gun brought forth ruination upon the Innocents of Metropolis. Right before a hand grabbed it crushing it as a calm voice speaks right next to Mr. Villain, "You know that's a very rude thing to do. Why don't you and I talk?"

Superman the Man of Steel himself grabbed onto Mr. Villains' shoulders and begins lifting him up as Mr. Villain giggled, "I know it may seem amusing to you and the Flash has told me a decent bit about you. . .But, I don't see the humor in ruining so many people's day and their clothes. It honestly just seems awful."

"Your slow wit will never allow you to comprehend the full depth of my plan then! For you see Superman, while you are carrying me off I have had my hench-men already go about and begin handing off five hundred dollars for everyone involved! You are a FOOL," Superman pauses, glancing over his shoulder a faint smile covering his lips as he spotted the Henchmen.

Men dressed in cheesy robber costumes with bags of money handed out small gift cards with five hundred dollars inside each one. Even from the height, they were at Superman could still read the Have a Nefarious day written inside each of them, "Okay, that makes it slightly better but still isn't there some better way for you to help people?"

"Help! HELP! I am no HELPER or GOOD FELLOW! I am Mr. Villain Superman! There is lead in my mask, and weapons in my power armor! I am, EVIL," With those words, a small spray gun appears from his wrist. He aims it upwards and sprays it in Superman's face who simply raises an eyebrow, his eyes remaining open.

Then without warning music screamed forward from Mr. Villains' shoulder causing Superman to clutch his ears as polish rap music began to blare. Mr. Villain begins falling down to the Earth slamming into the rooftop of some building and through it. He slowly stands up looking around at the various office workers panicking and freaking out.

One began taking pictures of him. He paused and began to flex, "Why my beloved cult taking pictures of me! Do not worry adoring to be doers of Evil I will soon deal with Superman and- Oh shit he's here." Superman only raised an eyebrow as he lowered himself down. Mr. Villain threw himself out the window and began falling down to the street below.

Superman darted out after him catching him mid-air as Mr. Villain aims his spray gun at Superman's face. This time, the purple soda shoots forward slamming into Superman's face with enough force to actually make Superman close his eyes for a second and let go of Mr. Villains' armor.

Mr. Villains land both legs down. His feet dig into the concrete which cracked under the Impact. It further broke and splintered as he springs back upwards slamming his head directly into Superman's head. Both of their heads clash, Mr. Villain's mask cracking a bit from the sheer force as Superman is sent flying into the air. Mr. Villain lands once more on both feet, his armor hissing in the strain as he flexes, "The Man of Steel will crumble in my hands! Now, if you excuse me I must run away before he washes the lead mixed soda out of his eyes and beats me up."

A few onlookers laughed at the loud words of Mr. Villain who quickly darts into a nearby alleyway and dives into a dumpster. Superman is quick to get back down to the City Street easily seeing through the metal dumpster where Mr. Villain lay typing on a phone. Lifting open the trash can lid Mr. Villain giggles at Superman, "I have just posted a shitty fanfiction online where I beat you up. Truly I am nefarious. . . You are the soyjack now Superman."

"I think, that's enough for today. The property damage you've done is starting to rack up," There is a faint pause from the Villian who turned off the phone and pockets it.

"Actually ya I kinda didn't intend for all the property damage. I just sent a text out for my Henchmen to ensure a proper construction company is paid and all that. Also, they're not accessories just contractors so don't send Batman after them ya know," Superman crossed his arms as he stands there for a few seconds humming.

"I believe you and I can make a deal. . .Maybe, if you donate some money to charity and promise to go bug Lex Luthor for a week while not harming a living soul I'll be willing to let your teleportation belt finish charging so you can escape," Superman gave the man a soft smile.

The cracked mask of Mr. Villain gazed towards Superman's eyes as he finally shouts, "Fine! In the name of getting away to commit more nefarious EVIL! I will go and begin to show Lex Luthor the meaning of EVIL! First, I will go and stain all his suits in the same spot right BEFORE an Important meeting! Oh, belts done charging I can go now. This suit is not energy efficient, let me tell you."

Superman chuckled lightly as the air distorts and Mr. Villain is gone. Somewhere across the city, Superman can hear Lex-Luthor scream in shock and Mr. Villain shout, "I HAVE COME TO POUR LEAN ONTO YOUR SUITS MR. LUTHOR AHAHAHAH!"