She actually got away with it!

Pat laughed to herself once again, writing in her new log as she was sure that someone would eventually find her out, kill her, go through her stuff, translate her writing from Spanish to English, and publish her log as a best selling novella for the mind of a supervillainess.

[i][u][b]March 16, current locaion, Amnesty Bay, Maine.[/b][/u][/i]

"It took work. And time. And Patience. But I finally got it. Most of the money is still being washed around in Spain, but I brought more than enough back with me to the United States to last a decade or two in the high life. If there was one thing that my father knew about money, it was that you have a million dollars, but look like you have fifteen. The point is, if you have a lot of money, don't ever make people think you have a lot of money. It would be so easy for me to move to California and live in the Hollywood Hills, or escape the world and go off the grid again, but I love my simple life. I had to work before I started using the power of the Scarab, but now I won't have to work another day in my life. On the other hand, having the Scarab can be fun. I can go wherever I want, be whoever I want, acquire whatever I want, honestly I could make money selling my skills with the scarab to attack these metahumans, I'm sure someone out there has money they want to get rid of along with the powered people."

She let the pen fall from her hands. Maybe she'd just stick to low rate crime. Her suit was rather imposing, and she didn't want to bring any more attention to Amnesty Bay. Her last stunt ended in doubled security in nearly every bank and building of importance in the town, much to her dismay. It wasn't like they could stop her. It'd only make her job a little more annoying. 

She could hear several not-so-sneaky footsteps moving across her floor. She smiled, and prepared her angry matron voice. 

"Tobias!" She shouted from her study in the little house. "You better not have invited your friends over without getting permission! You kno-" She stopped herself. He was fourteen, She should trust him and his friends to pick up after themselves, lest the Blue Beetle of Amnesty Bay attack them! She preferred her own name, Apex, but she was a villain, and news reporters didn't ask villains what they wanted to be called. "I'm heading out, Tobias. If the house is a mess when I get home, you're sweeping the floors for [i]two[/i] weeks!" She could hear a groan and several other voices of laughter. Another smile graced her features, the skin of the scarab forming over her clothes and body. In a moment, she opened the window to her study and leaped out, flying into the sky without a care in the world.