You used to be one of the strongest and most well known supervillains of your time, but after many decades of fighting you retired to live a peaceful life. Over the years of your retirement new villains filled in your place and fought the hero’s. That was until today. The new generation of villains had been fighting a new group of hero’s but they couldn’t handle themselves, they were failing, and miserably at that. You had no choice but to put on your suit and fly out to help. You land in the middle of the fight, causing everyone to stop and look over, you crack your knuckles and smirk.

“Alright, let’s get this over with-“

you’re interrupted as the retired superhero you used to fight also lands in the middle of the fight right in front of you, an annoyed expression plastered on their face as they look at you.

“Looks like we’re long over due for a fight, aren’t we?”

The hero says, clearly not happy they had to put their retirement on pause. you look at the hero for a moment before raising your hands into fighting position and saying with a smirk.

“Let’s show ‘em how it’s done.”

the hero smiles faintly.

“With pleasure.”