“I found your costume,” she said
as soon as he walked in.
“The one with gold and red.
It belongs to a villain, The Caped D’jinn.”
“I can explain!” he begged.
“It’s not what you think!”
She shook her head.
“I thought I had you pegged.
You know what I think?
You can help me get ahead.”
“How?” he asked,
with interest and delight.
“Just name the task
and I’ll do it right.”
“You’re the worst villain
the city has ever seen.
I need you to do more.”
“More? Start villainy again?
I quit. It wasn’t my scene.
“But,” he sighed. “If you want more…”
“I do,” she nodded.
“But, can you maybe
try harder?” she prodded.
“To be better at villainy?”
“A villain with no clue
will never grow my fandom.
I know just what to do.
First, go kill at random.”
