“Join me, and we could rule the world together! Hell, the UNIVERSE! Why, with my vision and your raw power, we could–”
“Okay.”
“… I’m… sorry?”
“Well I mean you should be, you’ve been acting like an ass this whole time, but whatever, okay. I’ll join you.”
“You– wha?”
“Well I already can’t use my powers to rescue a kitten from a tree without being eyeball deep in Should Supers Be Government Regulated discourse. And selective media coverage that makes me look like a prick. And have you seen the memes? I’m done.”
“I–”
“And I got a tooth knocked out in a fight last week but I don’t get dental coverage for this gig. Or, you know. Income of any kind, livable or not. But you own a multi-billion dollar evil corporation so I assume there’s benefits?”
“Yes. There’s… yes.”
“So whatever, I’m in. Evil’s my middle name, or something. What’s our plan?”
“…”
“Do you… what, do you not have a plan?”
“Honestly no, I really didn’t think you’d be on board, I– I’m not sure how to proceed from here.”
“Talk it out over drinks on you?”
“… deal.”