This is the first piece I've ever done from the perspective of the greatest criminal mind of our time. Just came to me and thought I'd see how it goes.

Read, review and be merry… or evil… your choice.

It would appear that I have been given the opportunity to think, to take stock of recent events. This isn't necessarily a bad thing or a good thing. But either way, I think.

The irony is I got what I wanted. I got land, my own private island. Of course, sometimes irony isn't funny at all. Oh I got land alright, except a small insignificant speak of sand hardly compares to the continent I had created.

The same continent I saw lifted up into space… by him…. I suppose to have him, in his weakened state, falling back to Earth, to his death, would be too much to ask for…

So here I am the greatest criminal mind of our time, stranded with little more than a helicopter with an empty gas tank, no coconuts… and Kitty…

I can hear her talking… again… there's a pathetic sadness in her voice, she's muttering about what she lost with the sinking of boat… she's lost… her clothes, her makeup, the fact we have no more coconuts. She talks about the loss of her freedom, her career… just about her loss.

And she is continuously babbling on about it.

I must admit, I'm slightly amused by the thought that maybe, maybe she thinks I care? Heh. Then I begin to wonder what on Earth would lead her to that big a misconception… perhaps I'm too compassionate?

That thought bothers. It bothers me a great deal. Showing compassion, or even having any for that matter, is a fatal weakness. Even for 'gods' in red capes. And such a weakness is unbecoming of someone like me. The things I have done thus far in my lifetime are great. Oh you could debate whether they should be called great due to the rather boring 'good or evil' perspective people have, but they're still great things.

The death of millions of people is a great thing, especially when done in a way that could only be thought of by… a genius? Well, maybe I flatter myself but the truth is the truth.

So Kitty, especially after her actions… what she cost me… certainly does not deserve compassion and would not receive any, even if I had compassion to give.

My wondering amusement turns to anger at the thought… what did she do?!

The crystals… my crystals…

Although my anger consumes me at the thought, I'll allow her to live for now.

Just for now.

Despite everything.

Despite the constant complaining…. I'll allow her.

Despite the very thought that I have compassion or will show mercy… I'll allow her.

But most of all… the crystals… Kryptonian technology at my control, power and wealth within my grasp… and she throws it all out the door… literally.

Amazingly, despite that… I'll allow her.

But I have no doubt in my mind that one day; she will have out lived her usefulness and will be… disposed of.

That day will come.

It might be out of necessity.

Or maybe… maybe I'll just snap her neck.

But right now, as the stars shine above me, I lay back and think about escape, about my next move, about a young boy, about revenge.

And then she asks me a question...

Shall I go on? Let me know! Thanks!