Did I say this weekend? Aw crap. Family stuff happened, finals happened, and I was 100% wiped out. Now I'm about 70% wiped out, so let's do this
Guess we're interested, yeah. Anybody in the gang got objections, maybe?
[5] You're not entirely sure how to take this, but many of your cohorts seem excited to get into the bigger leagues. You might be moving up in the world. Well, in a certain side of the world. As for the rest, they're probably just too young to understand.
Search for a clothing warehouse.
"The hero that patrols this city. Highly intelligent and master of several forms of combat allegedly. Legend has it he is invulnerable and has dodged an attack that had never before missed from a God of Destruction by the name of Darkseid."
[3] You find one door to a nearby warehouse left carelessly unlocked. Odds are there's something to wear in there, though it might take a bit of searching.
"IMMORTAL, YOU SAY?"Shop the thrift stores and pawn shops for the aforementioned gadgets for $250.
(1) There seems to be another suspicious-looking type there buying the same things, the only ones in stock. Without intervention, that will leave you high and dry for villain tech today.
Well, I couldn't call myself much of a supervillain if I let some punk push me around like this, could I?
Take a look around for cameras or witnesses. If the area is clear, grab a heavy object, try and get behind the other guy and knock him out.
[6] The pawn shop doesn't have much in the way of surveilance, it seems, just radio tags to prevent theft, so you follow him to a corner out of sight of the cashier and gonk him in the head with a nearby electric bass, the sound lost amongst the metal music on a nearby boombox. You see the guy's bleeding now, but that should go unnoticed for a while, right?
TOO MUCH EFFORT vOv
LEAVE THAT GUY ALONE, PRESENT THE CAPTURED ONES WITH JOINING ME, THE SLAMMER OR CONCRETE BOOTS
BE DRAMATIC AS FUCK WHILE AT IT
[6] Faced with dramatic death threats, the low-lifes you captured agree to whatever you say, though they might be to terrified to do much work right now.
Get back home, check out my loot and just kinda relax.
[3] Your pursuers, who you can only assume to be involved with another supervillain, give up, and through long, evasive backways, you reach your apartment and start counting the dough. Boy... this is gonna take a while to count. So many bills, many in large denominations. You probably ripped off 20 grand, easy. Hmm. You're not sure how much longer you'll be able to keep this apartment, once you quit your job and people start asking where the money's coming from.
Well, seeing as there is nothing nearby to exploit...
Form a small pack, and go find a suitable target to raid.
[5] Leaving most of the dogs there to guard the place, you set out with a few to scout around. It occurs to you that it would have been better to do some research first, but luckily you have a fancy internet phone for that. Now, you know you have enough supplies for at least 3 days back there, but pretty soon you're going to need more. Most low-key (and cruelly) you know you could easily start capturing stray cats in nearby neighborhoods. Less low-key (but still fairly low-key), the Gotham Meatpacking Co. warehouse isn't
too far. Finally, you could always raid grocery stores or delicatessens.
Or perhaps you're looking for something else? Food seems to be on the brain but there might be other crucial supplies...
"So that's it? You will lay down and let zese bastards trample all over you? You are not men. You are not women. You are all a bunch of gutless, spineless girls! I offer you ze oppertunity to change this city for the better, and you would rather slink back to the shadows and grumble under your breath?! Pathetic!"
Try to stir them up one last time. If succesful, count how many people are willing to follow. If unsuccesful, leave while swearing loudly, then find the nearest hardware store.
[1] A large German man amongst them does not take kindly to your abuse, and he and a couple of buddies, tempers aflame, decide they ought to put an end to your "Scheiße!"
Villain Name: BoTanis!
Gimmick:Plant based warfare!
Real Name (optional):Culsise Wick
Short Description/Bio: Cursed with a Girl's name, Culsise fell into a spree of growing related crimes, after a long night, He awakes in his growing area, along with his faaaaaavorite plant, bred and born, flowers with varying degrees of lethality, and fruits of hallucinogenic properties. ((Do what you want for the plant))
First Action:
Wake up, whheres my pllaants, man.
(Isn't this a bit similar to Poison Ivy, though?)