CH6

Mr. Villain groaned as he kicked off his shoes and strode towards the couch. With a groan, he flopped into the couch and laid there for a few seconds as he reached around for the remote and hit play. The TV sparkled to life as he opened his palm, the gauntlet glowing as its power wraps around some fast food sitting on the table. He drags it open and unwraps the food yawning as he sits down the food and drink on a small table near him. He closed his eyes for a few seconds and just enjoyed the warmth of his house.

He groans simply laying there and wiggling his toes as he yawns, "God today was exhausting, my legs are gonna hate me tomorrow." He muttered to himself coughing as he rubbed his throat and sat up. Criminal minds now playing on the TV as he sat up and stretched. His hands finally reach up to his shiny mask before he pauses and glances to the corner.

His masked face quickly meets with the Batman's. Mr. Villain groans and rubs the back of his neck, "How did you even- Nevermind you're Batman. What do you want? I've had a long day and just wanna eat, sleep and then nap some more my throat is killing me."

Batman remains silent, his eyes quickly locking onto a few photo frames all centered around a single phone. The phone in question was low tech and its screen was cracked. The photos around it had pictures of Mr. Villain without his mask on with various family members and as Batman looked at the phone he failed to recognize the design or creator.

"I'm not fooled. Your power is out of hand, you leveled an Island off the coast of Australia. Flash may trust you but it's clear to me you're a mental timebomb or at the very least someone gonna get hurt in the crossfire of your schemes," Batman's hand reached towards the pictures and closer to the phone so that he could check the back. Only for him to tense as Mr. Villain simply appeared there. No flash of light or grand display. Just Mr. Villains' iron-clad grip on Batman's wrist and masked form standing right before the Batman. A faceless mask staring into the unflinching and hardened face of the Batman.

"Batman, please leave the pictures alone. They are all I have of them. . .Fine then! I will explain my true desire for EVIL," Mr. Villain clears his throat letting go of Batman's wrist and running across the room. Batman watches tensely as Mr. Villian clips his cape onto his shoulders and shouts, "AS a Child I grew up in a desert! It wasn't a fun one but just kinda dry and itchy and always made your skin burn in the summer! So, either way, Batman I knew how lame the desert was right?"

"So! I decided that I never wanted to be lame again like the Desert was! So what I did was swear, after a particularly boring day in the desert, that the Evil which I shall commit will be truly exciting and glorious! Not a single act of Evil shall be," Batman glares at him. Even as Mr. Villain giggled and raised a gauntleted hand towards his shoes dragging both over.

"Do not worry Batman for If I truly wished to destroy you and your GOOD BOI heroes I would have posed as a minor tier hero and slowly introduced myself to the Heros before infiltrating the Justice League and THEN blowing you up! But, that is such weak and boring Villainy so do not worry about it, for I shall stick to next week's scheme which I have already alerted Aquaman towards," Mr. Villain pauses, glancing down to his bare feet and waving a hand.

His shoes flew towards him as he backflips in the air, legs extended only for him to flip too fast and the shoes to hit him in the helmet. He cries out and slams onto the floor with a heavy thud and begins to rub his head. Batman takes that chance to slip out the window leaving Mr. Villain rubbing his head. "I know you left the tracking devices near the phone Batman! You're paying for the down payment on a new apartment if I have to move!"

Mr. Villain finally sits up and rubs his head a few more seconds huffing as he finally waved his hands once more. Ensuring the bug and tracking devices Batman left behind are destroyed and the curtains pulled over the window as Mr. Villain stood up and brought both hands to his head. Popping off his helmet and exposing black fabric covering his face, "Foolish batman! I never take off my second mask for his own safety- Oh he's actually gone. . ."

Mr. Villain shrugged and walked over to his couch. Laying down he yawns and grabs his drink taking a big sip on it before pausing and glancing up. His eyes land upon Robin glaring at him from above as Mr. Villain blinks for a few seconds, "It's not your week! You and your father are hogging up all my glorious evil you know! I haven't even been able to visit Aquaman or Wonderwoman! Like C'moooonnnnnnnnnnnn. C'MOOOOON LIL GUY THEY GOTTA EXPERIENCE EVIL TOO!"

"We're onto you," With a single finger Mr. Villain points towards Robin and hums softly. Nodding at Robins's word as he sits up.

"Maybe. . .Maybe. That's a force field around you so enjoy bouncing YA YEET," Robin screams out in surprise as he is sent flying out the window. This leaves Mr. Villain shaking his head and yawning as he began to focus on criminal minds. Chuckling softly as he would talk to the TV, "Serial killers the sheriff I'm absolutely calling it now. " Mr. Villain paused and glanced up to the roof pointing towards it and blowing up the listening devices Robin had left as well.

Shaking his head Mr. Villain muttered, "Jesus Damiens gonna murder the fuck out of me one day."