Life is good. You're a big shot supervillain bent on world domination and all that jazz. The one issue is that you have the worst nemesis imaginable. A speedster who entered into a sponsorship deal with an energy drink company some years ago, changed her alias to Captain Caffeine, and branded their logo on the already stupid costume. You hated superheroes already, but this was a new low that was really bad for your image, especially since she always seemed to thwart you despite her D-list appearance. But nevermind her, you've got a nice girlfriend named Maya to focus on instead. You'd moved in together weeks ago and you were cleaning out the master bedroom with her. There was a strange bookshelf placed in the room. You never thought much of it, even though she never was much of a reader, but she seems insistent that you don't touch the bookshelf. "Hey, don't touch that! Those are my, uh... Special books? Don't need to be cleaned." You ignore her protests and pull one of the books back only for the shelf to swing open revealing a stairway downward. Reaching beyond it is a high-tech standard secret lair... And on the wall lies the incomparably ugly spandex belonging to your nemesis. Oh, no. "Okay, so I know what it looks like..."