Was I too nice to them?

When that crew first rolled into the town, I could see their hearts of gold, and I admired that. You'd think that weird coming from a villain, but I was of the classical villain archetype, nothing like these modern villains who seem to only want destruction. I just see it as good fun, a good outlet for the chaotic energies within me. Who doesn't love playing the bad guy sometimes. My crimes were never harmful, and I never killed anyone. Heck, sometimes I'd shut down my own operations if they put lives in danger. I'm a supervillain, not a psychopath, we have standards. Just cause a bit of chaos, have the heroes show up, they'll do their usual spiels, we'll have a fun "fight", they'd foil my plans which were already shaky, and then I'd make my escape and swear I'll get them next time. Good times.

Maybe I should've seen this coming.

Incrediboy was the first one to show signs that those hearts of gold might not be pure. He had the ability of super strength, and normally he'd just use it to break up the flimsy bots I sent after them. During one battle, he did something else. As I was making a daring escape, he picked up a car and threw it at me. It wouldn't have hit me, but I could see it would end up hitting a bystander. The car did end up hitting me, but that was because I took the blow to save the bystander. Thanks to that, I spent a few weeks in the prison's ICU due to the car throwing my back out, but I was willing to let it slide, only it kept happening.

Where did it all go wrong?

It may have been that which lead them to taking increasingly riskier and more bold moves to capture me. I'd try to calm them down, to make it easier to foil my plans so they wouldn't resort to these drastic measures, yet they persisted. Burnout had pyrokinesis, and he used it with reckless abandon after this shift. I practically had to invent a new bot just to stop the wanton destruction that he could cause. Almost all of them would use their abilities without any regard for bystanders in order to stop me. It was ridiculous, I ended up spending more of my time figuring out how to protect the civilians from the heroes than I did fighting the heroes.

Now look what they've done.

I run a small coffee shop on the side. Well, ran. It was a quaint shop, served coffee and very nice little cakes. I enjoyed it, my reprieve from the chaos, and my employees were lovely. I think one day they figured out that this coffee shop might hold the key to my secret identity, but I hoped I would be able to divert their attention in time.

I was wrong.

When I saw the smoke, I already assumed the worse, but that didn't make it any easier. My shop was in flames, and my employees were gravely wounded, but as I watched, I noticed a girl, covered in soot, drag an employee out of the burning building, before going back in. A regular customer, and one of the heroes under my watch, Angel. Her abilities were different, as was she. She really seemed to care, and was vocal with the others about their carelessness, but his got her no respect. Wanting to help her, I dashed in, and found her trying to lift a burning beam off of my pastry chef's arm. With my help, we got him out, just before the building collapsed.

At least someone cared.

I then noticed something in her face, the red eyes and the smeared soot beneath betrayed that she'd been crying. I dreaded to think what had happened, but I asked her anyway. She'd been kicked out of the group after trying to stop them from raiding my coffee shop to find information about me. Her ability was one that was hard to abuse, the ability to heal, so she would normally help civilians whilst me and the other heroes had our "fight". Her constant complaints got her removed, and with no group, she was no longer a hero.

She may not be a hero, but I still see something in her.

Looking to my injured employees, then to the girl trying to heal them, then the remnants of my once cute coffee shop, I felt a rage burning inside of me. These heroes abuse my kindness, make me take so many precautions just to keep civilians safe, and then they go and attack innocents just to get to me. That was it, the line crossed. In my time as a supervillain, I mostly worked to prevent other supervillains appearing who may pose a threat to society, and now I had a group of heroes who might as well be supervillains, and a real hero who had been tossed aside.

That does it.

I placed my hand on Angel's shoulder, giving her a simple offer. Her friends had clearly gone over the line, but she was different, she could be more. I could teach her to be a better hero, and to lead the next group of heroes that come to this town, however there was the matter of her friends, who she agreed needed to be dealt with. With Angel by my side, I returned with her to my base. I would soon train her to be a great hero, one who values life and protects civilians, someone this city needs. First, however, there was the issue of her friends to deal with, and this time there could be no holding back. I was done playing nice with them, and with Angel by my side and with the full extent of my abilities...

We're going to make those motherfuckers pay.

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Just something I put together after a bit of thought. Not the best, but it is a bit late. Might give it a part 2, might not, depends really.