[ WP ] You are a supervillain named The Keymaster . Instead of creating grand plans to conquer the world , all you do is run around and free other captured supervillains from prison , after the superheroes defeat them .

Joe Warshborn pulled out a set of keys from a secret compartment in the trash can. There was hundreds of them, all tinkling and shimmering in the dim lighting. The metallic clink they made calmed his nerves. He never knew what to expect with the new villains. The keys were his weapons, though. 
 
 He eyed ball the man behind the bars. Water streamed down the walls around a tall and heavy chested figure. Strong legs lounged in front of him without a care as the villain eye balled the scruffy man back. He seemed confused. 
 
 `` So who are you?'' He sneered at Joe's janitor's uniform, but seemed interested in the keys. They are always interested in the keys. Joe walked past their cells a hundred times, but they only seem to notice he existed when he pulled out the keys. Even then, they only pay attention to the keys. The villain's eyes never focused on his face. Which is what Joe preferred in these type of situations. 
 
 The janitor grimaced and started fiddling through the keys. He did n't often come out this way, so finding the right key took a few more seconds. His tired eyes looked up, and he scratched his scraggly beard. He held up the correct key in satisfaction so the villain could see. `` They call me The Keymaster.'' 
 
 `` Are you a villain?'' 
 
 He shook my head, and quietly unlocked the heavy door. `` No, I just release them.'' 
 
 `` Why? You a hero then?'' 
 
 Joe noted the red flames shimmering almost invisible on the villain's skin and backed away prudently. That explains why he was in the back rooms, and the walls of water. Less flammable that way. 
 
 `` Nope. Just a neutral party. You are free to go, and I suggest you head out quickly. There are cameras who will notice there is a missing body.'' Joe waved vaguely towards the exit. 
 
 The fire man hesitated, but freedom always took precedence with villains. Flames bursted in preparation in his hands as he jogged turn the corridor. Joe sighed and pushed his cleaning cart in the opposite direction, shaking his head in disappointment. Kids these days never said thanks anymore. 
 
 The wheels squeaked pleasantly in the dim lighting and soon he heard the sirens call into the night. They knew the fire man was gone. Not his problem though. He still had to clean the guards bathroom before calling it a night, and dispose of the trash. 
 
 As Joe stepped into the bathroom, he heard a polite cough from the back. One of the newer interns from The League of Awesome Heroes stood awkwardly next to the stalls. Joe stopped, and looked expectedly at him. 
 
 The young hero posed dramatically. `` Uhm, good citizen! Are you the man known as Keymaster?'' 
 
 Joe glanced around the empty bathroom, down at his janitors uniform, and back at the awkwardly confident man. `` I can neither confirm nor deny that.'' 
 
 This seemed to deflate the hero's enthusiasm. `` Oh, well, okay. I have a package for you. The Keymaster. Which is you. Right?'' 
 
 The janitor shrugged amicably and held out his hand, `` Let's just say I am not surprised to see you here.'' 
 
 With a sniff, the hero dumped the package down onto Joe's wrinkled palm and unceremoniously dove out the window. Joe carefully weighed the package, and nodded approvingly. Another two years of this, he should be able to retire. 
 
 With a whistle, the Keymaster began mopping down the floors.
