[ CW ] TropeDay Prompt : Team Rocket Wins !

It was never meant to be this way. The story played out the same way every time. Villain escapes jail, villain calls out hero, hero falls in trap, villain monologues about plan, hero breaks out of trap, hero defeats villain, villain goes to jail, circle starts over. Yet here I stand, the bloodied and lifeless corpse of my greatest arch-enemy lying in my arms. 
 
 The day started like any other. I'd just made my greatest escape ever. Using suction pads and various elements of stealth, I was able to make it to the entrance of the prison, by clopping along on the ceiling. There were one or two mistakes that almost made me fall face first in front of a guard station, but for the most part it went pretty smoothly. After that, it was just a matter of slipping under the nearest bus, and I was home free. 
 
 There was quite a bit of dust on the computers in my lair. It had been almost a year since I'd been put into the prison, and not everyone has a butler that some goody-two-shoes hero can have. I booted up the machine, and looked through the files. Use a tractor beam to move the moon? Did that last time. Shark tank? Not at todays shark prices. Labyrinth? Too old fashioned. I turned off the computer and just decided to do a simple kidnapping. After all, what could go wrong? 
 
 The trap had been set. The hero alerted. The woman dangled from a rope high above the factory floor, where a simple little setup of circular saws awaited her body. It was simple enough. He would burst in, I would shoot the rope, she would fall, he would leap over and save her, inches away from the saws, in the meantime, sending me over the edge just above the saws with this convenient rope trap I set up below my feet. 
 
 On cue, the hero appeared. Shot fired, hero saved girl, villain dangling from ceiling. The perfect ending. Except for what happened next. He gloated. The hero does n't gloat! Something's wrong here! He raised his spear, and uttered a death threat. Kill me? But what about our back and forth? The game is n't a game when someone refuses to play by the rules. 
 
 The hero thrust forward, as I pulled myself upwards on the rope, the spear missing, but the hero falling off balance and falling into the deathtrap below. I'd won, right? The hero dead, the villain victorious. It did n't feel like a victory I wanted. I was free to do what I wanted. To rule this city with an iron fist. And yet, with everything we'd been through all these years, it felt like a part of me had died with him.
