[ WP ] You are recognized as the villain who is successfully stopped by the superhero each time . Tell the story of how the superhero is actually evil , and each time he stops you he gets closer to accomplishing his evil plan .

`` OMG, you guys,'' The Prick crossed his legs and arms, leaning back in his chair and slouched. `` How many times do I have to say iiiiiit?'' His lisp-laden voice pitched so high that several officers stuck a finger ( or two ) in their sensitive ear holes. `` I'm not a bad guy, Super Geist is.'' 
 
 Commissioner L. Labasco squinted her eyes at the supervillain. He had tried to look imposing with his large skin-toned helmet that pointed straight up ( though some would say to the side and then stand a little stiffer afterwards ), but all he did was look and act like a dick. Still, he managed to get into these situations day after day, week after week. He was more of an annoyance sometimes when she had to talk to him like this. Everytime she locked him up, he found a way to get out and wind up in the same messes. He was ruining her city and making a mockery of her while he was at it. 
 
 Thank goodness for Super Geist. Labasco leaned back against the reflective mirrored wall, arching an eyebrow. Two detectives stood to the side, mustaches twitching and ready to pounce if The Prick tried anything on their boss. `` Lem me ask you something, Prick.'' 
 
 `` It's `` The Prick'','' he mumbled back, effectively pouty now. 
 
 She ignored him. `` Lem me ask you, Prick, why would Super Geist do such a thing? Why not join forces with you, or just take over the world already? Why is he such a nice guy and saves puppies and cats in trees when he's not dealing with the trash,'' she looked pointedly at him. 
 
 `` I keep telling you, Commish baby, he's got a master plan set in place. He wants your guard down, he wants to catch you with your panties down-'' 
 
 `` Hey, settle down,'' one of the detectives hollered, starting for him. The other one held him back, barely. 
 
 `` Look, every time you see me is another failure to stop him. Do you know how close he is to putting us all in concentration camps?'' 
 
 `` Now why would he do that?'' 
 
 `` Geist. It's a German word. Ever wonder why he picked German? Because he's Hitler's great-nephew! In his head, he's a Nazi Jesus Christ with the power to get rid of everyone that does n't fit his uncle's idea of `` pure''. I'm the only one that can stop him.'' 
 
 Labasco slowly blinked at him and yawned. `` And last time it was'Geist - as in poltergeist - as in he's a ghost'...'' 
 
 `` Uh,'' The Prick got a little red and straightened up, fidgeting in his seat. `` Yeah, I was wrong before but THIS time I definitely know his backstory and he really is trying to take over the world-'' 
 
 `` Right-'' 
 
 `` Serioooouuusssllllyyyy, guys...'' 
 
 `` Take him to his cell. Time for him to get processed again.'' 
 
 `` You got it, Commissioner.'' 
 
 `` Commish, baby, you got ta believe meeeee...'' 
 
 Labasco pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. Why did she even bother asking anymore? 
 
 Outside the police building though, a figure floated by with a red cape flying in the wind. He smiled, twitching his faint facial hair that grew just above the center of his lip. Soon, he thought. Soon.
