I didn't get the chance to name my alter ego before this; it's one of my regrets. The thought I'll get stuck with the stupid name given to me by those pathetic heroes is enough to make any self respecting villain vomit. Poof. So cutesy it's disgusting. I've been smiling and teleporting villains for too long. My subterfuge has proven valuable but these wet dishcloths I'm forced to coexist with are getting on my nerves. I miss my lab, the soothing sounds of bubbling solutions and the fear of touching anything that I could see on the faces of those who would enter.
Today I hit panic, the doses I give may be small but the resources I have access to here are even more limited. Without those doses it will be clear to even the most moronic of heroes that I'm not what I say I am. I have no exit plan, I'm guessing no one expected me to survive this for long enough to need one. It's going to have to be soon, that damn kid used the last of my hallucinogens when I dumped him on the other side of the world. I haven't collected nearly enough information to satisfy the CC but they'll be less happy if they don't get anything at all.
I need that kid again, the way he looked at me, his enjoyment of the hallucination I gave him. He's my ticket out of here and straight back to the chaos.