"I despise people like you. I'm trying to cleanse the world and you make a mockery of it all. You supposed supers do nothing but halt progress and make 'names' for yourselves, no matter who gets hurt in the process, no matter how many lives are destroyed or how much of the city is damaged, no matter how much people beg for it to stop. If it weren't for superheroes, there wouldn't be supervillains. If there were no supervillains, there are many who would still be alive. My family would still be alive. I wouldn't have to go to these extremes to purify Gotham once and for all. Don't you get it? Nobody asked for your help. All you do is escalate and destroy for vanity and fame, and you disguise it as heroics. You're all scum, no better than Falcone."

Mk2 Eyes began coming in from all sides through the ventilation system.

"Which reminds me," The Visionary continued, "I have a massacre to watch. After today, the Falcone family will cease to exist. You, young lady, if you renounce the pettiness of your so-called 'super heroics' and became a true purifier of evil, you may live through this. But, you, 'Teo', are beyond redemption. Are beyond reach. You cannot be saved and you only live to obstruct the path to the future, and so death for you is inevitable. Good bye."

With that, the projection clicked off, and The Visionary watched two feeds- one of the Mk 2 Eyes attacking Teo, and another of an army of Mk 2 Eyes ravaging the Falcone estate frying every single living person inside. Their charred remains and the pooling of blood on that tile floor exhilarated The Visionary. So long as that Bullet and that Soufflé character didn't intervene, his Eyes would reach Falcone and give him a slow, agonizing death. Bullet, and Soufflé, and he, himself. All trying to cleanse the city, all purging it of evil, all traumatized by their own pasts, driven to cleanse the future. But they were competition, and refused to go to the lengths needed to truly cleanse the world forever. And so, they would be converted to his way, or they, too, would be crushed. This was his will- the vision of The Visionary. And his vision, at the moment, was a charred Falcone and a mangled Teo.