You're the notorious Villian that the entire city, if not world,fears.

You wre evil and rich. Currently you're sitting at your desk, chair facing the window, when you hear a knock. Your goons brought you the hero tied up like you asked.

You smile and turn around. Standing up, your boots making a echo as your walk up to the hero, all tied up and bleeding for you.

"Leave us be" you say and dismiss the goons as they drop the hero to the ground, him groaning in pain. You chuckled.