Cell Zero was hidden in plain sight. It had no label and only a simple nine-digit keypad for entry. As an alternative, an ordinary metal key would do the trick. There was no need for obscene defensive measures when the cell could’ve been mistaken for a broom closet.
Inside its padded walls, the VIP sat in darkness. Clad in canvas and cross legged, she wasn’t quite certain if the lights were on or off. A thick, padded blindfold had been locked over her eyes, and an open-face hood covered her hair and neck. She had been unconscious while she was dres
This was the thought that had kept on popping up in her mind as Hypnotia was still working through another intricate plan in which she was a part of. The super-villain, still serving the Mandarin loyally, had begun to see a certain pattern emerge from her day-to-day cycle. Plan, act, one of her allies would make a mistake, get beaten by Iron Man and his allies, rinse, repeat. While she did have her small victories from time to time, nothing seemed to conclude in a way that could be deemed satisfactory for her. Things had to change.
Getting away from her partners for one single night, the villainess strutted in the streets of New York City in civilian clothes. With her costume hidden underneath, she began to ponder about what could potentially excite her. A fight with another super-hero, perhaps? There were, after all, a very vast selection of capes and tights in the big apple that would surely be v