YOU ARE NOW A BATMAN VILLAIN
YOU SINGLE OBSESSION IS WHATEVER YOU GET WHEN YOU GO TO
AND YOU HAVE YOUR OWN GANG AND HIDEOUT, WILL YOU KILL THE BAT MAN
>Monterey, Berks County, Pennsylvania
>List of minor planets (15401-15500)
>Gustav Kallio (Finnish pro wrestler)
>Lands Beyond (a geographical history book from 1952)
>Karen Sinclair (Welsh politician)
I'm starting to notice a pretty big problem here, pard.
So, do I want to take over the Mall, or am I somehow Mall themed? I guess I'll name my henchmen after the anchor stores. Or rodent themed teenage goons I'll call the Mall Rats.
I'm obsessed with American hardcore punk band Minor Threat's album, Out of Step. I take the name of the label, Dischord, and commit a string of petty thefts and one count of arson. Forming songs on my criminal exploits, I convert my small fanbase into my tight-knit gang of troubled youths. With larger criminal empires to deal with, we believe we can skate by GCPD and the Batman. I know we can't keep this life up forever, however, and I dream of having the resources necessary to pull off one last heist and escape Gotham to enjoy my riches under a new identity; I continue to refer to this plan as "Cashing In" as it is the unlisted hidden track off of the original vinyl of the album that inspired me.
I got the mesoregion of Assis in the state of São Paulo, Brazil... That's kinda neat, since I'm Brazillian, but that's the most nothing-ass place, I have no idea what can be done with it.
>Passing up on the chance of being an old-timey wrestler villain like Matt Classic
>WWKA: K92.3 - Orlando's Country
Yes. I will broadcast the righteous, folksy wind of Orlando's country to the world. Whether they want it or not.
>Town Hall Education Arts Recreation Campus (THEARC)
>Town Hall Education Arts Recreation Campus (THEARC ) is a 16.5-acre (67,000 m2), 110,000-square-foot (10,000 m2) combined cultural and social services campus in Washington, DC’s Ward 8. The campus, located at 1901 Mississippi Avenue, SE, consists of three connected buildings, playgrounds, basketball courts, and public space. In May 2007 THEARC won the Urban Land Institute's Award for Excellence  and was cited for its contribution to the community, response to societal needs, innovation, public/private partnership, and environmental protection and enhancement.
What the fuck, I'm not even obsessing about anything that's in Gotham.
I need arkham.
My gang dresses up like Lego guys and uses scaled up versions of any weapons found in these sets.
I won't stop Batman. I won't stop until I have all 19 sets in mint condition.
>>Lands Beyond (a geographical history book from 1952)
In 1952 Some Guy, a wealthy industrialist and explorer from Gotham, funded a voyage to a mythical rainforest to find the fountain of youth! His ship crashed and he went totally, murderously insane but he did find it, becoming superhuman and superhumanly long-lived and he spent decades surviving on his wits in the incredibly harsh jungle. Finally rescued in the modern day he returned to Gotham to find his company had bankrupted and his descendants had sold it to Wayne Enterprises. Some Guy vowed to hunt down and kill his descendants and destroy Wayne Enterprises.
So I'm a Spanish socialist? This has some potential I guess. I probably see myself as a modern day Robin Hood and lecture Batman on the need for infrastructure. All that money he spends on cars, gadgets, etc could go to better use.
Longwood trolleybus turntable
I am the villain Longwood and with a teched out trolley I somehow manage a wacky races with many of Gotham's villains, police, and batman to prove the superiority of my vehicle to that wretched batmobile. The track is filled with overly complicated obstacles, especially turntables. Watch as I approach the finish line with a MULTI-TRACK DRIFT.
>Mille (card game)
what the fuck is th---
>Mille is a two-player card game requiring two standard 52-card decks
WE HYPERCRISIS NAO
I'm a long-lost cousin of the Royal Flush gang and, since their last failed hit, I take over, reform and profesionalize the gang with new old time car racing motifs
I'm secretly preparing the coming of the Fifth World, drafting Gotham to die for the Darseid
Still don't know about the power set tho
>I have no idea what can be done with it.
Brazilian ultra-nationalist using his international crime syndicate to fund his takeover of local politics so he can become an 80s-style dictator. Assis is where he plans to build his new capital.
>Willaim C. Goggin
>Invented multidimensional organization
>Chemist and business manager for Dow Corning, larger producer of silicon products in the world. Invented multidimensional organization
The multidimensional thing sounded cool in a Morrison kinda way, but it turns out is just a business model where you essentially split your business into four-pillars: Profit centers, cost centers, geographical location and space/time, stating that the demands of the consumer and economic climate change depending on the place and time-frame. It's supposedly geared towards a new generation of workers, the "hacker" generation.
So I guess I'm a smug silver spoon child prodigy millionaire by my twenties Silicon Valley-type that inspired by Coggins business model, achieved great success using the employ of fellow "millennial whiz-kids" on my start-up, soon becoming a juggernaut tech and chemicals company. Business expansion leads to a buy-out of Ace Chemicals, due to the untapped commercial potential of Gotham, due to city's rampant criminal element and the domination of WayneTec in the region. Nothing some underhanded security-breaching of the company wouldn't resolve, but amidst all the data mining, there's bound to be some weird connections between Wayne's company and the activity of the vigilante Batman that go deeper than Bruce claims. Proving they're one and the same is the perfect way to crush the rival company, but for that, I'll have to turn my business expertise into a new venture: Crime.
>Auguste Marion, the famous French sports shooter who competed in the 1912 Olympics.
Maybe I've stolen his gun from a museum to try and lure Batman and when he shows up, I shoot a giant clay pigeon at him.
>Lieutenant General Jean Jacques Paradis CMM, CD (7 November 1928 – 31 August 2007) was the Commander, Mobile Command of the Canadian Forces.
E-excuse me? Am I Leftenant General Paradis back from the dead to exact revenge, or am I some kind of Canadian expat in Gotham and a fanboy of this dude? I can't work with this shit.
>Vulvar childhood pemphigoid is a cutaneous condition, a childhood form of bullous pemphigoid, peculiar variant with involvement of the genital area and perineum.
Ok I got this!
>Psie Głowy [ˈpɕe ˈɡwɔvɨ] (German: Hundskopf) is a village in the administrative district of Gmina Czaplinek, within Drawsko County, West Pomeranian Voivodeship, in north-western Poland.
I'm obsessed with a small Polish village. Ok then.
>Before 1945 the area was part of Germany. For the history of the region, see History of Pomerania.
Ah right, there's a hook.
I'm an ethnic German and Hundskopf was my hometown. Displaced after WWII, I emigrated to the USA and ended up in Gotham, where I became bitter over the loss and obsessed with returning the village of Psie Głowy to German rule. Taking my identity from the German name "hundskopf" I wear a mask of a dog's head and a Nazi Uniform and... Oh fuck I'm just a Nazifur.
>Italy in the Eurovision Song Contest 1983
every morning I wake up and open palm slam a vhs of "Per Lucia" into my vhs. right then and ther ei start singing alongside Riccardo Fogli. i sing every word and every word hard. make braap noises when the accordion pikcs up or even when i miss a note. not many can say they participated in eurovision 1983. i can. i say it and i say it outloud everyday to the people of gotham and all they do is prove people in gotham can still be immature jerks
Mertensophryne taitana, an african species of toad.
African toad gang is a go.
I am a tennis player obsessed with the careers of tennis' biggest stars. However, I was born the very year my greatest hero, Michelle Torres, retired! The knowledge that I will never get to see her play tennis live drives me MAD! I change my identity and become the Backhand, a tennis themed villain operating out of my secret facility known only as the Clay Court
>Mabie, West Virginia
Probably not but comfy small town life is actually a big thing for me so I'd probably just settle down with my gang and turn my hideout into a Mystery Shack knock off or something.
Hailing from a powerful line of men, the Biddle family has deep roots in American history and the war of 1812. As a descendant of the family with a less than stable mental track record, I wound up spending some time in Arkham. My time spent there would slowly twist my state of mind from bad to worse; I began to see "visions" and "ghosts" of the past and would come to believe my self as the Thomas Biddle incarnate with but one goal. To extract revenge upon the descendants of Thomas Pettis, the man who slew me in a duel and shamed my family's name.
Believing it to be both 1812 and having access to modern technology, my gang and I dress as ghosts of American past, using technology to portray ourselves as ethereal and hide our true numbers. With these simple illusions and projects we are able to heighten the fear factor and provide an excellent distraction so that I may get closer to my ultimate goal.
My string of crimes starts small, gaining traction among my followers and implementing the fear base that I will need to access the upper echelon of Gotham. As well as garnering the technology we need to create even more elaborate illusions.
Knowing well my crimes left an obvious breadcrumb trail for Bats to follow, I attempt to lead him on a wild "ghost" chase through Gotham while I hunt my true prey; the last remnants of the Pettis bloodline.
Gotham is the exact opposite of fucked.
well shit, I guess batman's gonna get memed on
Not the worst i guess
The Killingworth gang... I like it
>Rotorua International Stadium
Can my obsession be my hideout?
Can I be the Mazemaster? Like, my lair is in the bowels of the stadium; deep in the steam tunnels and electrical access rooms I lurk, monitors all around me watching everything at all times. My rugby-themed minions patrol the complex, ready to spring at a moment's notice. I lay in wait, like a spider in a web, obsessed with turning the entire stadium into one huge trap for the Batman. Whichever one it is that patrols New Zealand anyway. Each trip to prison is just more time to scrawl plans for traps on napkins and toilet paper, biding my time till I am released because I live in a liberal state that believes I can be made sane again when they just don't realize that I'm not crazy I just want to kill the Batman with my traps in MY stadium with MY superior intellect and nobody can stop me how dare they think I am mad I'm not crazy THEY are crazy how can they lock me up while the let a lunatic in black pajamas operate above the law well in my lair it's MY LAW and soon I'll get out and they'll see I have this trap I've had months to design it and this time they didn't find my plans in the cell sweep the fools I'll get the Bat this time for sure this trap is foolproof and once I get out I'll round up the gang and we'll start on the new tunnel and once that's done I'll show them all nobody escapes THE MAZEMASTER
So I will be like a discount Poison Ivy, meh.
I'm the Rebel Raider. Yee-haw!
I'M DICK JONES
You know this kind of villain who appear in one page, going straight to the prison, just to show that the hero does his job ? Me.
Gentlemen, we're gonna stamp the Batman.
No, seriously, guys, you don't understand the power of stamps.
I am holding Gotham city hostage until Arizona recognizes the struggle of LGBT Americans! For I am Homo Erectus! Think you can stop a blast from the past, Batman? You bigoted sapiens were never meant to grapple with this progressive post-modern man and his posse of pugnacious panderers!