The Overlord watched the boy through the one way glass that made up an entire wall of the room. He was disappointed. The boy looked so unremarkable. He sighed. No matter how unfortunately average the boy looked, he was certain it was the boy flash. The very fact that he survived the poison assured him of it. Only a Flash's metabolism and healing rate would work fast enough to purge the swiftly killing toxin from their systems. Now to test the boy...
Wally heard footsteps echo on hard flooring, the sound coming towards him. He glared at the light above his head, cursing the restraints that kept him from seeing his captor.
What do I have to lose? The guys got me on a platter and could kill me at any moment, so why not give it a try? Or at least a feeble attempt? Ow! I hate these handcuffs. If they weren't so tight I could probably vibrate out of them... Now there's a thought.
"Hi," he said. The footsteps paused. There was no reply. "Oh. So you're antisocial then. Or maybe you can't speak. Are you mute? Nevermind, stupid question. I've never had a conversation with a mute person before, but I have a feeling it would be interesting. What I say is always interesting. M'gann says I only talk about food, but that's what makes it interesting. Food is my interest. It's kinda like a hobby, see?" Wally realized that somehow trying to get his captor to talk had become, as his conversations usually were, a one-way discussion of food. "Oh! Hey, Robin would like that word. Not food, but interest. He'd say outeresting. It's a good word. I could use it to describe a lot of things... plain vanilla ice cream, cafeteria food, swedish fish, English class, you- no offense or anything..."
"None taken." The voice was so unexpected that Wally flinched and jerked, the metal cuffs tearing at the already raw skin of his wrists.
"So you can talk... Would you mind introducing yourself with your weird Super-villain name and monologue-ing for me about the exact nature of your plot to destroy the world, and maybe add in a few evil cackles for good measure?"
"Mu-ha-ha-ha!" Came what would have been the generic villain laugh, if you left out the snort at the end. "I am THE OVERLORD!" The voice was a deep snarl in the style of Darth Vader. "But you can call me Darcy," The man added, his voice normal once more.
"Wait!" Exclaimed Wally. "Isn't Darcy a girl's name?"
"So is Robin," the voice pointed out, "And I thought I was supposed to be monologue-ing..."
"Oh, Right." Wally said.
The voice resumed.