You may know me as Kyd Wykkyd.
How did I get where I am now? That's kind of a long story.
It had been almost two years since that whole ordeal with the brotherhood of evil. I was frozen in a dog pile with my teammates courtesy of Jinx, that haughty bastard Kid Flash and those bumbling, stocky twins that speak Spanish.
Not much longer afterward, I woke up after being defrosted, detained and shoved into this weird high tech containment cell full of light that I could not teleport out of. Also, I was wearing the standard orange prison clothes rather than my disguise and cape, which meant, someone outside my circle knew my identity.
I spent about two weeks in that cell, which was more of an indestructible bubble rather than a room, seeing as I tried to wrench and haul anything I got my hands on to get the thing to break my first three days there. I tried refusing to eat, hoping that they would send some buffoon in to check on me, giving me an opportunity to escape, but to no avail. I gave in before they did.
As the second week started, one of the younger custody employees, a guy maybe just out of college, approached me and told me not to worry. Aside from himself, only one other person had learned who I was, the old nurse lady that undressed me and tended to my injuries. Peachy… At least the kid agreed not to disclose any information, before giving me back my hood.
Since I wasn't really a wrongdoer of much interest for the public, there were no police officers or lawyers came to prod me for information or ask me if I needed legal aid. I liked it that way, although your average villain would have been insulted by the dismissal.
At the end of the two weeks, I stood trial in front of the judge, my masked glory and all. Unfortunately, I had to take off my mask and state my given name, which I did. Despite being a bad guy, I wanted to avoid pissing off the court and getting myself into deeper dung. It's not really my style. There was no audience or jury because it was quite obvious, if anyone had been paying attention, that I was guilty. The whole ordeal felt like it lasted for longer than my imprisonment in the plastic bubble.
Because of my tender age of 16 and lack of any priors on record, thanks to being relatively new to villainy and to my teleportation skills, I was given a bargain. I had to complete one thousand hours of community service within an eight-month period, separate from Gizmo, Mammoth, See-more and Billy. I was assigned to the pet shelter, which isn't too bad, in my opinion. I always had a soft spot for the kittens. They were so lithe and graceful, yet bore claws, not unlike my favorite girl in the world.
The second part of my sentence was much less pleasant. Additionally, every third week during my eight months, I had to pay visits to Jump City Prison, where I had to sit down with a lifetime inmate for a conversation about his experiences before jail and in jail. One of the most important things that I learned was that I am too pretty for prison. I still cringe at the idea.
Author's Note: Ah the mysterious, yet adorable Kyd Wykkyd. I wanted to make this guy seem goofy, yet still intelligent because that is how I see him. Please read and review. Let me know your thoughts. I will probably continue this until the story ends.