[ 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 .

The coughing fit subsided, yet the maniacal laughter continued to echo off the underground cavern walls. The robed'wizard' ( warlock, was it? ) slowly steadied himself and finally stood up after collapsing from the impressive feat of sustaining such a long, drawn-out, ghoulish cackle. He sputtered again, once, twice then wiped the sputum from his mouth. 
 
 `` Oh, very clever, very clever. I like your style, the guards never suspected a food critic. I mean... do they have those for asylum cafeterias? Not that it matters now. You have my thanks... err...'' 
 
 `` Keymaster'' 
 
 `` Right! Keymaster! Brilliant! I love it! I love it!'' 
 
 Another laughing fit was almost brought on but I steadied the cloaked madman with a firm grasp on his shoulder. 
 
 `` Enough of that... really... it was no big deal. Now, I suppose you have... uh... work to do? Whatever it is you do.'' 
 
 `` Yes, but what about Phase 2?'' 
 
 I could n't help but let a look of puzzlement wash over my face. 
 
 `` Phase... 2?'' 
 
 `` Yes. I mean, this is n't my first rodeo Keymaster. What's the endgame? Who else are you after? Do you have another doomsday device? I really enjoyed Doctor Coptor's concrete sewing machine, you see-'' 
 
 `` I do n't have a Phase 2. I just... was planning on freeing you. That's all really.'' 
 
 `` Hmmm I see... you run a tight ship, I'm not supposed to have knowledge of the full plan, yes of course I know, I know, I started as a henchman you know, this is all protocol. Ok, fine, I'm fine with that, really, but at least tell me some cryptic clue, I do n't know, a riddle, a joke thats sinister enough to uh... push me in the right direction of what I should... do'' 
 
 He winked at me after saying this, a slight smirk twisting his wrinkled face. 
 
 `` Mmm no plan. Just freeing you. Now run along.'' 
 
 The old man held my gaze for another few moments. The fire in his eyes gleamed, then slowly went out, replaced by a dark glare that accompanied his stern frown. 
 
 `` You ca n't be serious.'' 
 
 `` I'm very serious.'' 
 
 `` You just freed me for no reason.'' 
 
 `` No reason.'' 
 
 `` There has to be a reason.'' 
 
 `` There is n't.'' 
 
 `` You're a fan?'' 
 
 `` I assure you I'm not.'' 
 
 At this point I had begun packing up my gear. It was a long trek back from the hideout. The geezer was silent by this point, apparently unable to come to grips with the fact that I was n't some esoteric crime lord. I did n't even have a costume, what did this guy expect? 
 
 `` Why?'' 
 
 `` Why what?'' 
 
 `` Why did you free me then? Do you have something against Heroman?'' 
 
 `` Not particularly. Listen, are n't you grateful, just... go be evil some more, alright? My work here is done, go on.'' 
 
 The old man sighed, shook his head then began to shuffle out of the cave. 
 
 `` So much potential... Keymaster... pffft.'' 
 
 `` Yeah yeah do n't get caught again, I might not be so generous next time.'' 
 
 `` If only you'd just apply yourself... you'd be such a great villain! You even have the name!'' 
 
 `` Nah, I'd rather just keep my dad busy, he's been getting into my mac n cheese when he's home lately. Now get outta here man, jeez.'' 
 
 With the realization that I was the son of his archnemesis, the old wizard picked up his pace and was soon out of sight. Another job well done.
