Disclaimer: No I don't own DC. Do you think I'd be writing fanfiction for it if I did?
Dear diary,
WHY AM I SURROUNDED BY INCOMPETENT IDIOTS! He's JUST a boy! And according to Mayor-poo, he's only THIRTEEN! Still he won't get far, I'll see to that.
Ok, now you're probably wondering what's going on. Well, we've found it. After all that searching, it turns out the Atlamillia is in the hands of a boy. But my damn clowns managed to let him slip through their fingers. He fought them in the middle of my tent and you'd have thought that four of them could beat ONE boy, but no. He even managed to escape my Halloween. (But at least he didn't defeat that as well, THAT would've been embarrassing.)
At least the townspeople thought it was part of the show. If those ninnies thought it was anything else, then I'd be a laughing stock.
However, this Max is no match for my vast intellect. I don't even need to bother Emperor Griffin with this…child. I'll have him in my hands by the end of the week. And when I take the stone from his dead body, maybe I'll hang it in the town square as a warning to the others in this town. And maybe I'll pay a visit to Max's father as well, just for the fun of hearing him scream.
Anyway, this is Flotsam, signing out dude.