Syx bit his lip, seriously considering the offer of battling a different Metro Man… it almost felt like cheating on Wayne… but… his had basically disappeared… so… it was alright to branch out? right? A villain needed a hero to oppose him. What even was he without a nemesis.
“En garde,” Syx grinned wickedly and clanged his fork against Harrison’s. Twisting his date’s spoon out of the way in utensil on utensil action, he reached in and snagged Harrison’s ravioli off his plate, “Oh ho ho, that would never work. I’m far too evil,” as he munched on the stole ravioli, he scooped up one from his plate and held it out in offer toward’s Harrison, green eyes dancing playfully.
Though Syx knew himself to be a far different sort of villain from the Doom Syndicate or other true evil sorts… he could never picture himself ever getting along with the cops. He’d much rather be a villain and be on familiar footing, than a rejected hero at constant odds with the law anyway. Besides… this way he could just flip people off and silently pay off the property damage in secret. He had no desire to have to spend even more time with paperwork and loopholes. And though working in the lab with other blue men was tempting… it also sounded far too boring to take up all his time.
Harrison grinned at their cutlery sword fight, though his mouth dropped open in exaggerated surprise when Syx stole his ravioli. “You little villain!” he chided, before opening his mouth to take what was being offered. He let the flavors of warm truffle oil and something nutty fill his mouth.
“Can I ask you something serious?” he said once he had swallowed, reaching once more for his drink. “Why supervillainy? I mean, I’ve asked several of the Megaminds this question over the years and I suppose I keep asking because I haven’t gotten a satisfactory answer….“ He sighs. “I’m not stupid, I grew up in a prison too. But all my uncles and aunties were constantly lecturing me about not ending up on their path. So why crime? Why not cure cancer or build rocket ships or something?” he asked before draining the last of the liquid, leaving only a limp leaf in gel.
Putting down the fork, Syx played with his glass and took a drink, “That’s something I have thought about a lot… believe it or not. But I actually have quite a bit of time for self-reflection in solitary,” and Warden was always keen to ask him those questions over and over to try and get the blue man to change his ways. “I have a much different answer to that now than when I started.”
“When I first hit the streets all I could think of was how much I hated all those that hurt me. Most of it can from those in power, with power. Teachers, guards,” he shuddered despite himself and took a long drink, “those who were called the good guys. Who were the authority. And Wayne was praised by all those that hurt me. So I was the yin to his yang. The dark to his light. Chaos to the order of society that blindly followed the authority.”
“Now…” he sat back in his chair and steepled his fingers, “It’s a means to an end. I’ve done too much to ever go back. This world doesn’t let you forget the crimes you’ve committed. Good men will waste away simply because they once owned pot. You can utterly reform your life, but your past will haunt you… There is simply no point. And the world hasn’t changed. Corruption and hate at every level. I refuse to accept their rules, their law. I won’t be subject to them. But that just makes me an outcast. I’m a Super Villain for the same reason you’re a CEO. The title gets you places and carries clout. And if you want to keep your ranking, you need to stay active,” he shrugged idly.
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