[ WP ] An evil twin is starting to feel concerned that they might not be the evil one .

I ’ m the evil one. Always have been always will be. Or at least that ’ s what I ’ ve always thought. From the moment we were born he was the perfect one. The charmer, the hero, the saint. So what choice did that leave me with? All my genius, all my potential, constantly smothered my Mr. Goodie Goodie ’ s attention grabbing headlines. “ Justice Man Saves Woman from Burning Building ”, “ Justice Man Resolves Civil War in the Congo ”, “ Justice Man Marries Beautiful Reporter Kara Kane In Wedding of the Century ”. But do I get any headlines for my brilliant breakthroughs in Death Ray technology? Or praise for my ability to stand toe to toe against my cocky twin brother, as an ordinary ( albeit ravishing and brilliant ) man against a God? No! 
 
 Or at least not up until an hour ago, when the secret service removed me from my cell to speak directly with the most powerful man in the Western World. 
 
 Apparently my brother finally cracked. I guess even he couldn ’ t be a perfect symbol of good forever. Although Being in the process of burning Centropolis, the city he loved more than anything in the world, to the ground is a lot farther than I ever thought he ’ d take it. 
 
 As I step into the newest prototype of my anti-Justice Man aerial combat armor I chuckle at the thought of what I ’ m about to do. 
 
 So this is what he always felt like, saving the world from his Evil Twin. 
 
 Oh, I think this is going to be fun.
