You were a villain. Such a free spirit with reckless abandon for your actions and calloused towards your victims.

Being a villain has its ups and downs. You're free as a bird and can do whatever you want, but you also have the risk of heroes catching or even killing you for 'the greater good'.

It was a dark night, rain in the forecast, and you were being chased by the pro-hero Eraserhead.

His capture weapon tied around your wrist which forced you to stop.

"Give up, villain. Your little reign of terror ends here."