A/N: The following is literally just me writing semi randomly with the vague idea that Kim Possible is evil, I don't know why, and I don't know what she plans on doing.
I'm Kim Possible. I can do anything, so why shouldn't I do whatever I want? That thought first occurred to me when I was younger, a little girl really, maybe I was around thirteen. My parents had convinced me that just because I could do anything didn't mean that I should, but then I got famous. I got to be a hero. So I did what any rational person would do: I exploited them for it.
At first it was small things, asking for extensions on tests, bending school rules, asking for way more money than a summer job had any business paying. What could I say, I was hooked. I loved it, the rush, the power I had over people.
That was part of the reason that I got into saving people in the first place. The adrenaline. The excitement. The praise. All of it made me feel strong, special.
Eventually I graduated from simple exploitations onto full blown crime. I started shoplifting, using my years of practice during missions, and my summer training sessions with Global Justice to avoid detection.
Ron didn't approve, that is, until we started sleeping together. I enjoyed it, not just the sex, but the control that it gave me over him. He was putty, clay in my hands. I got off on it. For the first time in my life I really understood the idea of a power trip. I could do whatever I wanted, and he was fine with it, hell, after some time he came to enjoy it alongside of me.
It stayed like that for a little while, we were just happy to commit petty crimes and be together, then I decided that I wanted to push it further; I no longer got the rush that I once had from committing small time theft, assault, and battery. I wanted more, so I started stealing cars, stripping them.
I couldn't be sated. Even the rush of car theft wore off after a little while, it just wasn't enough. Before I knew it we had graduated to bank robbery. We stashed all of our earnings in trusting foreign banks. At this point Ron and I had amassed quite the fortune for ourselves, almost as large as the reward for our successful capture.
I had done everything that made me feel good. I was twenty-four years old, and had sought out every pleasure that I could find, but I still felt so empty, so I concocted a plan, a plan for world domination. After all, I'm Kim Possible, I can do anything, so why shouldn't I do whatever I want?