I was the most infamous super villain that the world had ever known. I was a genius who turned mad with power after my empire of robots was stolen from me by the government. After that, I dedicated my life to making bigger robots, more dangerous ones who could destroy my enemies at the snap of a finger. I wasn’t blessed with the unearthly powers like many Heroes and villains were, but I rose above them anyways. They called me the Telematic because most people assumed that my technology was controlled via some telekinetic powers. I lacked such powers, but I was still smart enough to control my own machines. Today, I was in the middle of a massive fight in the center of the city. My massive robot destroyed buildings and reeked havoc as I stood on my levitation boots in the sky, laughing menacingly at the chaos below. But just when it was getting good, my rival the hero showed up. I turned to face them, a smirk on my lips.

“Well, well, well,” I said to them, my arms out raised to the sides, “Look who decided to show up, hero.”