[ WP ] An egocentric supervillain decide to take a day off from evil and do heroics . Just to show the Heroes that ( s ) he could do their job much better .

It was a particularly sunny Tuesday in early November, approximately seven minutes after lunchtime, during which Patrick finally decided he ’ d had enough. Precisely what brought this on wasn ’ t entirely clear. It could have been his henchmen ’ s fourteenth failed attempt at producing drinkable coffee to start off the day. It could have been the cough he ’ d had for over a week, which was not being helped by the frankly moldy cave Patrick reluctantly called his lair. It could have been the fact that when his archenemy, Muscleman, had defeated Patrick ’ s plans of world domination, the local paper had printed a large front page image of the super-wedgie he ’ d received for his trouble. This particularly irritated Patrick, as the paper had arrived with the undrinkable coffee, and he ’ d had to read it standing up, as the super-wedgie had made it too painful to sit, even a day after Patrick had received it. 
 
 Of course, all of these things happened just as Patrick arrived for work in the morning. Therefore, none of these things actually caused Patrick to finally decide he ’ d had enough, as this was a decision he came to approximately seven minutes after lunchtime, and Patrick, being a punctual man, always arrived for work promptly at eight o ’ clock, well before any reasonable person would want to eat lunch. So, by use of reasonable deduction, one might assume that the event that truly pushed Patrick over the edge was the television. 
 
 Patrick was not the best super villain there had ever been. He never quite managed to realize his dreams of total world domination. In fact, he ’ d never managed so much as domination of a single city. But Patrick, being rather prideful, had never quite blamed himself for that particular failure. As mentioned, Patrick had an archenemy named, of all things, Muscleman. Because Muscleman had superpowers and was the designated ‘ good guy ’ according to the karmic balance of the universe, Muscleman had always managed to thwart Patrick ’ s admittedly ingenious plans to take over the world. Naturally, this engendered a certain amount of antagonism between himself and Patrick, which was therefore why Patrick scowled as he looked up to see Muscleman ’ s face on the television. 
 
 `` Well, I ’ m just happy to keep the fine citizens of this city safe,'' Muscleman said to the smiling reporter. Patrick never understood why people so admired Muscleman. Past the good looks, majestic cape, charismatic smile, heroic deeds, and unwavering belief in justice, he wasn ’ t all that great. Actually, Patrick thought while rubbing his backside, the man was a bit of a jerk. 
 Muscleman continued talking to the reporter about various dull things, such as a bus full of children he ’ d saved from falling into the river when the bridge collapsed, and the plane he ’ d managed to catch before it crashed right in the center of the city. Right when Patrick was getting bored, and was reaching for the remote to turn off the television, the interview led into a more interesting topic. Him. 
 `` Unfortunately, the police haven ’ t yet managed to find Cape Guy,'' Muscleman proceeded to explain. Patrick frowned. He ’ d never really liked the villain name the media had given him. It ’ s not as if he ’ d never given his name out. Patrick had always figured that when he finally did manage to take over the world, he ’ d quite like people to know his real name, thank you very much. That ’ s beside the point that Cape Guy was not intimidating, and misleading. Not intimidating because referred to his dress sense rather than the countless death rays Patrick used mercilessly on his enemies. Or would, once he found something that could actually hurt Muscleman ( the closest Patrick had yet come to this was a slight tickle ). The name was misleading because Patrick never wore a cape. Not really. Patrick himself would describe it more as a cloak. He thought it added gravitas, and his henchmen had agreed. However, any who disagreed were often thrown into a pit of bloodthirsty muskrats, so perhaps they hadn ’ t been entirely forthcoming in their assessment of Patrick ’ s outfit. Still, if anyone deserved a cape related nickname, it would have to be Muscleman. Of course, Patrick thought to himself, it ’ s unsurprising that the public would give their savior a more flattering title and aim to belittle himself. 
 
 `` Still, I doubt the people of this city have anything to worry about,'' Muscleman continued. `` Cape Guy is, well, pretty much an idiot. He couldn ’ t take over the world if we handed it right to him.'' The reporter laughed appreciatively at the joke, while Patrick glowered, mostly angry because it wasn ’ t even funny. But really, how dare he! Did Muscleman have any idea how hard it was to take over the world? Patrick bet he didn ’ t. The world is a very big place, and people never really responded well when someone tried to take it over, even if they were as smart and well meaning as Patrick. Really, all Patrick wanted to do was make the world a better place. And get monumental amounts of power and wealth in the process, but that was besides the point. Being a super villain was much harder than being a superhero. Why, Patrick thought, if I became a superhero, I would get rid of all the crime in this city inside a week. 
 With this thought, Patrick paused and thought some more. After all, this whole super villain job wasn ’ t working out quite how he ’ d expected it to. And Patrick was still young, it ’ s not as if a career change at his age was entirely unheard of. Perhaps being the hero for once might work out better for him. Hell, if he ended up doing a better job than Muscleman, it could even be quite fun. 
 
 -- That settles it! Patrick thought to himself. Today, I become… 
 
 
 
 Hero Guy! 

