[ WP ] The hero bursts into the scene , to have the final showdown with the villain , only to find said villain doing some ... Rather nice things , actually ... Repairing the damage the hero keeps causing and stuff ...

The ten-inch thick steel wall exploded outwards with a ear-splitting crash, like a gigantic gong struck by a skyscraper, showering the room with thousands of razor sharp needles. My nearby employees covered themselves, attempting to stave off the inevitable. 
 
 I gestured, and the needles immediately stopped in mid-air, quickly clattering to the ground soon after, a thousand drops of deadly rain. 
 
 A man strode through the ragged hole, metres away from the perfectly usable door. His heroic build was overshadowed by his magnificent cape and completely spotless white uniform. 
 
 They could have at least damaged him slightly, what do I pay those idiots for? Half my budget went towards paying for those so-called ‘ hero-killers ’. I sighed. Today had not been my best day. 
 
 “ Lord Nazaroth! Lay down your weapons and surrender, or face the might of JUSTICE ” the man boomed, grinning with that smug sense of superiority that all heroes seemed to have. He even emphasised ‘ justice ’ in his one-liners, whatever that meant. 
 
 One of my employees stared fearfully at me. I nodded. 
 
 “ Get out of here, before he goes crazy and hurts you too. ” The employee ’ s eyes showed gratitude, and he began to help one of his friends limp away from the wreckage of his desk. A moment passed, and the man grew impatient. 
 
 “ Well? Say something villain! ” He pointed one of his fat sausage fingers at me. I gawked at it. Steroids had not been kind to man. Then again, that was what gave him his powers in the first place, if I recall. 
 
 “ I ’ m just waiting for all civilians to leave the area. ” I patiently stared at him. He raised his hand, energy already gathering in it. Perhaps he did not understand what the world civilian meant? That would certainly explain what happened in New York. 
 
 “ You think I ’ m going to give you another chance to get away? It ’ s time for karma to catch up, asshole ” he sneered. If anyone should face karma ’ s wrath it ’ s him, I thought indignantly. 
 
 I was the one who cured cancer with that retrovirus, and I was the one who stopped all Middle-Eastern conflict. Admittedly, it was by making everyone hate me instead, but you can ’ t argue with results. How was I rewarded, though? 
 By them giving the Nobel Peace Prize to this loser in front of me? What kind of world was that? The anger grew inside me, and I snapped. 
 
 He was still gathering energy in his hand, the fat cockroach. That ’ s what he was. A cockroach. Impossible to kill by mortal means, unless you happened to be carrying around weapons-grade uranium in a thick lead containment unit, which I always did. 
 
 You could squish him, stab him, hell you could even blast him with fire, and he ’ d get right back up and keep going with his monologue. Trust me, I tried all of these. Weapons-grade uranium, though, did something to his internal structure. It weakened him somehow. I didn ’ t question it. 
 
 I gestured towards him, feeling my powers swirling around me, and he suddenly slammed into the floor, his head making a satisfying thud. All my employees were finally gone. I could fight with complete abandon. 
 
 “ Huh, your head really is hollow! ” I mocked. He snarled back, never much for banter. It didn ’ t matter, all I had to do was reach the containment unit. I kept him down using my powers as I slowly moved towards the lead ball a few metres away. 
 
 I had to act quickly, he was too strong to hold for more than a few seconds. Locating the large red button on the side of the containment unit, I pressed it with immense satisfaction. It beeped, quickly morphing into a large steel tube. Inside, something glowed with unearthly light. 
 
 I grinned, pointing the weapon at the cockroach. He was still struggling to rise. 
 
 “ Any last words? ” I had to say it. I just couldn ’ t help it. In hindsight, I would have just shot him, but that ’ s why it ’ s called hindsight. 
 
 The room suddenly hummed, and a woman covered entirely in a black lace-dress appeared next to the man. I gaped. This was new, he must have dumped the other one, whatever her name was. 
 
 “ My love! ” Her eyes, covered in more black-eyeliner than a goth-singer, were filled with tears. “ What has he done to you? ” I rolled my eyes. She glared hatefully at me. I had no doubt she ’ d shielded him by now. There was no point wasting my precious shot. 
 
 I wasn ’ t exactly willing to take on an unknown superhero, either. Who knew what her powers were? Teleportation implied a degree of sophistication that was hard to fight off the cuff. Releasing the man from my powers, I rushed towards the escape teleporter. 
 
 The woman raised her hands, but with another gesture I sent her flying backwards through the hole the man created. I reached inside, and pressed the red button. 
 
 Nothing happened. 
 
 Ok, stay calm. 
 
 I looked back. The man and woman were waiting, their smiles contemptuous. 
 
 “ Something not working? ” The woman sneered, lips peeled back to reveal stained teeth. “ I thought a coward like you would be able to design better escape devices. ” She must have done something to disable my device. 
 
 “ I ’ m sure your boyfriend knows all about performance issues ” I shot back. The man looked uncomfortable. The woman looked like she was about to have a conniption. As one, they advanced one me, lighting somehow sparking in her hand. 
 
 This day just kept getting better and better. 

