The heist went as planned and roughly $250,000 in various artifacts, masterpieces, and precious gems. Now the only thing that could stop him from getting the money from Black Mask is if someone interrupted the shipment, but even still that wouldn't hold him back all too much for future business transactiond. After all, Mask and he were financial partners long before he became The Visionary. It would be a financial setback, and that would not be-

A loud droning sound transmitted into his ear as a red warning sign displayed in his vision. A window appeared, shown to him by his bionic eye, showing the viewpoint of an eye bot looking at his now-ransacked lair. All the hard drives were gone. The monitors were gone. The Asystematic Stationary Sorter was also gone. The phone was still there, and next to it was a note.

"I O U (NOT)
- Teo"

That. Little. Troll. It would honestly not be wise to send the brunt of his eye bots, executioners, and Watchkeepers after the pesky brat, but he forced his hand. Suddenly, The Visionary shouts, "You there!" He points to two trucks of Watchkeepers, waiting to get valuables loaded into the back of the trucks. "You two trucks come with me. The rest load up and head out! There's a pesky little goblin in Gotham that needs to be snuffed out." And the hunt was on.

These superheroes. Thinking that they can do whatever they wish in the name of justice. That they have an excuse for what they do. They think they have a free pass to kill and maim and pawn off other people's shit. Supervillains aren't at all better but at least they're honest. This stupid idea of ascending right and wrong- HIS right and wrong- is what got his family killed. It's what took his eyes. It's the reason he's the way he is.