(Holl's P.O.V)

Luthor and I wrapped up our meeting pretty quickly.

Turns out, he had a conference to attend.

As the UN General Secretary, he had duties beyond world domination and simply annoying Superman.

Speaking of, the Man of Steel was missing. I had Shade on the look out for the Boy Scout across the whole of Metropolis but he was yet to turn up anything.

For two whole weeks.

I came all this way to his city just to mess with him and he wasn't even around.

What a bad host you are, Kalel. Or is it Kal-el.

Well whatever his name was, he was doing a terrible job at being Metropolis' chief protector.

Superboy and Supergirl were manning the fort in his stead so to speak.

And while I hadn't planned on screwing with them, my patience for Superman was wearing thin.

I needed to do something.

Something big.

How else will I bring more evil and chaos into the world?

How else shall I be recognized as a menace to society?

This was my second chance to live how I wanted. And I wanted Metropolis to suffer. Why?

That's an easy answer.

Because I was bored. Awful thing, boredom.

"Boss, I'm in position."

Livewire's voice came through the device in my ear, courtesy of Lex-corp.

This ear piece had a massive range and could even work omin surveillance proof locations, or so Mercy has said.

Owing to my boredom, and as the first step to dominating Metropolis, my pets and I were crashing a certain party hosted by the mayor.

It was supposed to be a charity event to fund some pointless city project.

Too bad my arrival was about to ruin everyone's night.

"Perfect," I replied to Shade, a delighted smile playing on my lips.

This was going to be my official introduction onto the scene. Hence it had to be grand and impressive. Nothing less than a massive impact.

"Shade, you ready?"

I tapped the earpiece, sending the transmission through.

At the sametime, my gaze swept down, admiring the expansive manicured grounds spread out below me.

Imposing wrought-iron gates opened up into a sweeping driveway, lined with towering trees that guided the guests toward the entrance to the most impressive Mansion I had ever laod my eyes on.

Man, the Mayor was loaded.

"Yes my master."

The doom and gloom Supervillain replied to my query.

"I'm inside the kitchen, awaiting your orders."

"Well then, let's appear in style."

I stated fixing the bow tie on my neck. Yes I was in a rather dashing suit, descending towards a skylight.

It was bound to be a splashing entrance.

Behind me, flapping gently in the air was a pair of wings constructed from weaving my hair together.

This was my newest application of Seimei Kikan. Although the wings were only strong enough to glide, with time I knew I would achieve true flight.

A dozen or so feet above the skylight, my momentum increased as I came crashing through the glass.

(General P.O.V)

Lois Lane moved through the crowd of greedy and arrogant politicians.

Her label of them was accurate—they represented the Upper Class, ruling over Metropolis with a hunger for power and wealth.

Most of them were self serving individuals who wouldn't hesitate to stab you in the back to advance their social standing.

Ans these same politicians, wary of Superman's challenge to traditional governance and concerns about accountability, found themselves disliking him for his selfless nature.

It was frankly nauseating, if you asked Lois. But in line with human nature she supposed.

Which is why Superman was too good for this rotten world.

And which is why she did her best to study people and their motivations. To learn more about human nature.

Not just because of her job but also because she thought she could protect him from his real weakness— Humanity.

Her ability to understand people earned her praise and many awards for sharing stories that occasionally made a big impact.

And that was what she was here to do today.

The deputy mayor had been shying away from the limelight due to a sex harrasment scandal.

Lois wasn't after that. She was instead following up on a lead about missing children.

The mayor was involved somehow, being a key figure in endorsing a wellness center for troubled teens. The same place where those taken in would never be seen again.

She had to uncover his role and discover the whereabouts of the abducted children.

Stolen novel; please report.

"Lane, is that you?"

A faux-saccharine voice reached her ears.

Lois allowed a disgusted look to flash through her face before turning around with a happy smile on her face.

"Vickii. I didn't think I would see you here."

She greeted the taller, brown haired woman dressed in a dress that had to cost in the tens of thousands.

Vicki Vale, the editor in chief of for Gotham Gazette. A gorgeous reporter who Lois had history with.

And not the good kind.

During Lois internship, the Daily Planet had tried to hire Vicki to write a piece on the then new Superman.

Considering all the good her husband had done, Lois was furious when Vicki's article turned out to be biased and painted Superman as something to be feared.

An enemy of earth.

Suffice it to say, they weren't friends. Not strictly enemies either. They knew the value of each other. A good reporter had good connections.

"How many years has it been?" Vicki asked, a sardonic grin playing on her lips.

"About two years, I guess."

She answered for herself before Lois could respond.

"You look stressed Lane. And are those wrinkles I see? Perry still riding you hard huh?"

"I take it you mean, do I find joy in crafting real news and reporting actual events?" Lois retorted with a sharp edge.

"Well, yes. And you, Vicki? Still hanging on in Gotham? Writing fake celebrity news and propaganda? Surprised they haven't shown you the door yet."

"Hahaha," the other woman laughed.

"See, Lane, that's what I love about you. You've got moxie. And fire me? Hah! As if! Letting me go would be like killing the goose that lays the golden eggs."

She rattled off,

before narrowing her gaze at Lois.

"I'm actually glad we ran into each other Lane. Maybe you could help me out with my new assignment."

Despite her better judgement, Lois found herself asking,

"What case?

Before she could get an answer, the lights within the ball room went out, plunging the chamber in darkness.

Lois tensed, her hand going for the Pepper Spray in her handbag.

"What is going on?"

Just as the question left Vicki's lips, the sound of shattering glass echoed through the room as something crashed through the ceiling, abruptly destroying the calm atmosphere.

Panic ensued.

Screams pierced the air, and people frantically scattered, eager to put as much distance as possible between themselves and the crash.

Most gathered in tight groups, seeking safety in numbers, far from the impact zone.

Fortunately, Lois was near the entrance. As the crowd rushed past her, she only stepped back a few paces, keeping her eyes fixed on the center of the chamber.

The lights flickered back on, revealing a few new additions to the party.

Lois easily recognized two figures that were flanking a third.

The third one gave her pause.

"That's Livewire and Shade. Supervillains that Superman regularly fights."

Still, she informed her fellow reporter who nodded.

By the time, the Villain rose from his crouch,

Lois had reached into her handbag and pressed a small button.

The device released a unique frequency that only a select few in the whole city could hear.

Good. That meant help was on its way. In the meantime...

"I suggest you don't draw attention to yourself."

Lois whispered to Vicki, slowly backing away by using the crowd.

"Livewire is known to be particularly trigger happy. Although I don't recognize the man with them."

"I do."

Vicki revealed in a low excited murmur, ducking right after Lois.

"He's my assignment. His name is Maestro. He left quite a mess back in Gotham."

"And I'm going to interview him."

Vicki added in a slightly cocky tone.

Maestro? That name stood out to Lois.

Then in a flash, she recognized it.

He was there during the 'Joker's rampage'...and right after then...Clark fell sick.

Lois took a shuddering breath, cutting off that train of thought before she could sink into a depressive state.

It was why she was working. To keep her mind off things.

That said, she hadn't been expecting the first major thing to happen this night to remind her of Clark.

Then again, anything goes in Metropolis.

"I-"

Lois begun.

"Shh. It's starting."

Vicki silenced her.

They couldn't afford to draw attention. Lois, aware of this, halted in her tracks. All eyes shifted to the gate crasher, providing Lois with a crucial moment to catch a clear glimpse of Maestro.

"He's...young."

She muttered.

Closer to the middle of the ball-room and with all attention on him, Maestro begun his speech.

"Good evening Elites of Metropolis. So sorry for dropping in unannounced."

Maestro said before continuing,

"But I couldn't miss this for anything."

The space around them had been emptied swiftly, with nearly everyone huddling as far away as possible.

Through the crowds, several men in black suites poured in wielding guns.

'The Mayors' bodyguards. More like Lap dogs.' Maestro thought with a derisive snort.

"Freeze!"

The lead bodyguard yelled, gun pointed at the three.

A chuckle escaped Maestro. He stepped forward, unafraid of the instruments of death pointed his way.

"Why the hostility, Mr. Mayor?"

He adressed, the Mayor.

A portly, stereotypical politician shielded by his guards.

Though visibly trembling, he attempted to feign bravery, his rotund face betraying a false sense of courage.

Maestro found it funny.

"You have no idea who you're messing with! Guards! Arrest him!"

The Mayor ordered with misplaced bravado.

Maestro msnapped a finger and in a move that Lois couldn't visibly follow, the long mop of hair behind the Villain shot out like snakes.

Tendrils of hair snagged the feet of each bodyguard, before pulling all of them up into the air.

The strands wound around each, constricting their bodies and restricting their movements.

A fresh wave of panic hit the room and people started trampling over each other In a bid to escape through the entrance to the chamber.

"Oh Shade?"

Maestro crooned out to his Minion.

With a wave of Shade's hands, shadows pooled on the edges of the room, including the entrance.

Next it was Maestro's turn.

Hair strands twisted and formed menacing tentacles, shooting through Maestro's shadow and emerging from the depths of Shade's portals around the ballroom.

The crowd halted, finding the path in front of them blocked by menacing Tentacles ominously waving in the air.

"What's the rush? Enjoy the party a little longer."

Maestro's voice echoed through the room, the bodies of the guards still suspended in the air above.

"What do you want?!"

The Mayor asked in a shaky voice.

Maestro smiled.

Another tentacle snaked through the air, stopping inches in front of the Mayor, before the tip of the tentacle tapped his chest.

"Right to the heart of the matter, Mr. Mayor. I like that. I like that veeeerrry much."

The 50 year old, Army veteran Mayor whimpered.

A shadow was cast over the chamber.

Maestro's body rose into the air, high enough to touch the chandelier. His body was supported by two strong hair tentacles.

This was an idea he got from a certain Spider-man villain called Doc Oc. And Maestro found himself loving it. Having 8 limbs or more was better than four. It helped so much with movement.

"To answer your question, my good man."

Maestro replied to the Mayor, looming over the scared man.

"I want...everything."

The Supervillain increased the volume of his words, addressing the whole room.

"Empty your purses and wallets into your shadows. That's right! It's an episode of the X Files, the weird shit, don't question it."

He moved with a certain grace, spinning and dipping in the air while monologing.

Lois ignored most of it. She had a golden opportunity here. With Maestro distracting everyone, she wouldn't pass up the chance to take a look through the Mayor's office.

That's when her heel accidentally scuffed the side of a stand with a vase on top.

The stand tilted, and the vase came crashing down.

Every eye turned her way. The sound especially noisy in the quiet chamber.

A dark chuckle sounded out.

(Holl's P.O.V)

This is it.

I'm living and loving it.

Here I am, terrorizing these so called 'upper class'.

And silmutenously robbing them of their ill earned money. At least...I suspect it is.

Then again, I wasn't simply doing this for the money...it was about the chaos.

The freedom I could exercise willy nilly. The expressions of my emotions the way I wanted. How I wanted and when.

No dad breathing down my neck. Here I was free from familial obligations.

I could do whatever I wanted, be whatever I wanted.

And right now, I wanted to be a Supervillain. And so supervillain I shall!

"But most of all, ladies and gentlemen!"

I roared, thousands of strands of hair rippling in the air behind me.

The result were gusts of wind that blew out into the audience, causing screams and another fresh wave of panic, all in time for my coup de Grace.

"I want. Your. Lives!"

I declared, cackling like a mad man.

I Like to imagine Lightning struck somewhere in an ominous climatic fashion.

Only for the reign of fear to be broken by the sound of a...vase breaking.

I turned to face the fool foolish enough to ruin the Atmosphere.

A terrified, gorgeous milf stared back at me.

She didn't fool me in the slightest, the glint in her eyes was the same that I saw in Mercy's. This was a woman with will.

"Seems like we have a volunteer."

I said, a wide smile designed to creep even the devil out, on my face.

She gulped but refused to yield, meeting my gaze head on.

Well now...isn't this interesting.

Let's play with her a little.