For being a supervillain, he had his moments of stress. His stress reliever, singing. It wasn’t something he shared with anyone— thought it was for embarrassing to his reputation. He had a pride to keep. He wouldn’t just because he was stressed, he would do it because it was something he enjoyed. Therefore, he would be by himself when there was tension and hum to himself.

He sat in front of the control panel of his flying ship; numerous colorful buttons around, electronic maps and charts, levers at every turn of the head. He calmly looked out the windshield before him, a clear blue sky before the glass. He looked down at the buttons, pressing a couple of then and pulling a lever to slow the ship down.

He leans back in his chair with a sigh. His faint humming broke the relaxing silence. His head swayed side to side a bit as he sang softly in his language. He slowly began to loosen up at the rhythm of the music he was humming out. He pushed up his golden framed glasses as a small smile splayed on his face.