What would you have me do!
It was rather cold the night it all started. "Lights out" had already been called and I was sitting alone huddled in the strange swivel chair that sat in the middle of my all too familiar cell. Uninterested I numbly flipped through the channels with my prison issued remote. The glow of the television bounced off the ridiculously cheesy paintings that were strewn across the back wall of my make shift home.
It had been a month since my last glorious failure had gotten me tossed back into "the system", and unlike most of my visits, this particular one had lasted much longer than I would have liked. The Warden was getting wiser to my tricks and all of my attempts thus far to contact Minion were thwarted before they ever had a chance to get off the ground. So within no time at all, I was rounding out month number two of my incarceration.
Boredom and frustration grew as each day passed and the fact I had yet to hear from fish com-par-de, only made these feelings grow. I had so many evil plans that needed to be tended to, and there was no possible way to do that from the current surroundings I had found myself in.
After almost an hour of channel surfing, I had finally come across something that piqued my interest. It was a riveting documentary on the historical buildings of Metrocity; hosted by none other than our journalistic darling Roxanne Ritchi. I dropped the remote into the seat and pulled my legs up to my chest. Something about seeing her up on that screen, never ceased to make me feel like I was a teenager all over again. A nerdy teenager who just happened to have a crush on the most popular girl in school.
I silently watched the broadcast of which I had seen maybe fifty times or more and just like the 1st and 27th time, I couldn't help but smile as she talked into the camera and gestured to large gaudy buildings behind her. It was the only thing I preferred about my cell, I was left alone to enjoy the secret affections I had for the sassy reporter, without anyone ever being the wiser. Hey even super villains can dream!
It seemed like a fairly ordinary night at the Metrocity Prison for the criminally gifted. I would quickly discover it was anything but.