You have been fired

Master Baitor, I cum on stuff.

Sidewinder, I only shoot to ricochet and never use the front or back door. I also draw commissioned porn.

Interesting idea, who would Carl forcibly diddle?

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Mad Stan: Origins

My name is Mr Compliments! I wear a black hoodie and a plague doctor mask with a goofy smile painted on the beak, and steampunk glasses over the eyes
>I will stalk people, then break into their houses at night and write long letters complimenting them for all the good things that they did that day
I will then leave
My ultimate goal is to find out all of the world’s super secret identities... so that I can break into their houses and leave compliments!
What do you think

Ken Stein, modern day reanimator, manimal creator and biomancy PhD.

I'd use heist money to build factories and storages, and then would abandon them.
Like a reverse Bruce Wayne.

Call yourself the Anallicer then you get to be his number one man

The Great Pretzali, a pretzel themed villain. Commits bakery related offenses with a young assistant named Dough-Boy. All my crimes come with a twist.

My idea is, I'm not a criminal genius. But there are plenty of criminal geniuses in Gotham that almost get away with things until Batman intervenes, so I go in behind them and try to finish the job while they're distracted. I probably become the archnemesis of whoever Batman's sidekick is at the time. Now I just need a name... The Follow-up? One Two Punch? Coattails?

Maybe the “Dickass Plan-Thief”

Gonna call myself Gunner Burt and basically be the Johnny Appleseed of guns; I will leave high quality, easily concealed handguns anywhere in the city, with my almost supernatural intuition knowing exactly where to do so to cause the most chaos, with a complete disregard to how many lives the guns save or destroy. And somehow, due to time travel shenanigans one of these guns will end up in the hands of Joe Chill on the night he robbed and killed the Waynes. All of this stemming from the fact that Batman shut down the gunsmith shop I worked at/owned because a gun had been traced back to me.

I have Aspergers.

"Robbin Hoods" I steal from thugs and give to myself. Gotta fund a giant death ray somehow.

something like the zodiac killer but it's just doodles and sketches instead of cryptic messages

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I’m not interesting enough for a theme.

So I guess I’ll try and fit into the supervillain economy like The Carpenter.

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Coattails is brilliant.

Lol

Sloppy Secondary

"Till death"
I invent taxes for villains and take them.

You're the mime from Powerpuff Girls?

something like the zodiac killer but it's just instead of cryptic messages, I leave messages created by TempleOS, to look like I'm leaving behind cryptic messages.

The Unemployer. I'm basically just pissy that I can't get on unemployment.

Okay, so I get like a bunch of parrots. Like hundreds of parrots. Then I use them for parrot-related crimes. Sometimes they steal information by mimicing it. Sometimes they discreetly pass information between supervillains. Sometimes they just get together and shit on things. You know, whatever I'm in the mood for that week. Will try to do collaborations with Penguin if he's in his "steal bird-related items" mindset.

The alcoholic
Basically just the asshole version of six pack, who would be my arch frenemy

I'm the number cruncher
I dress like an average accountant, I hack into banks and only transfer out the interest rounded up that's less than a penny
over time I become a billionaire and live modestly, knowing that gotham's elite are insane and get targeted by wackos all the damned time

The Captcha

I blackmail Kirk Langstrom into experimenting on me further than he ever did himself, gaining the powers of a vampire bat at the cost of never being able to turn back into a man again
on top of that, I use my southern background to bring in henchmen from the KKK
we target blacks throughout gotham, hiding my blood sucking by lynching them
I now go by the name Red Neck

Oh Mark Waid, why hasn't DC let you write Batman full-time?

I like it.

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I commit robberies in a way that makes it look like Catwoman did it and I call myself the Copy Cat

I would be the waifu lord

I would use various anime girl themed gadgets and I would cosplay as various anime girls (Sailor Moon, Megumin etc.)

My calling card would be killing someone, chopping them to pieces, and then stuffing their body into an anime body pillow for Batman to find.

If I'm gonna be a campy villain, I might as well go all the way.

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I frequent restaurants and every time I go I clog all the toilets and sneak laxatives into all the food
my new name is Shit Happens

How far into your philosophy major bullshit you think you'll get in before somebody socks you?

HAHAHA!

None can stop--The Clean Getaway!

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>Alfred, this new villain, I don't think I can beat him. No bank account, no social media, no job, no friends. When I went under cover as Matches Malone his neighbors said they haven't seen him in months.
>My god, Master Bruce! He's a monster.
>Surely. I have to figure out a way to defeat The Neet.

Bretty gud.

>Master Bruce, there appears to have been a rise in the number of katana-related deaths in the city. reports say that the killer shouts something in japanese just before striking
>What do they call this madman?
>They say he's called The Weeb

Deep-sea Diver that attacks ships in the Gotham coastal area because "The sea is my domain and everything in it shall belong to me".
I also try to flood the city.

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What crimes does The Neet do?

>laid off IT guy
>I can disconnects switches and slow down computers with my prime94
>make PC hardware puns
Sorry, Batman, but looks like you've BSD

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>teleports behind Batman in the middle of a fight
>”Heh. Nothing personal, Batm-“
>thwack

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he pirates movies and anime

I just keep lifting until I'm nice and juicy, take a few boxing and lockpicking lessons and work as a professional mook. My main gimmick is that I ignore the mook code and attack at the same time as others rather than wait for a turn, often employing underhanded tactics like pocketsand or nut punches and if I'm the only one left I do the sensible thing and just give up so I can eventually pick the lock on my cuffs and go home.

I AM CAPTAIN MASTER, THE GREATEST HERO TO EVER LIVE!
I SHALL TAKE FROM THE RICH'S TOP SECRET WEAPON BASES, AND GIVE THOSE WEAPONS TO THE POOR AND MISTREATED RAPISTS AND MURDERERS!
BANKS SHALL BE BURNED SO NO CRIMINAL CAN STEAL THEIR CASH!
I SHALL START CRIMES AND STOP THEM, AS A HERO!

He steals from his aging parents and is a general disappointment and drain on society

the braplord
guess why they call me that

>brap
>slang
>an exclamation used to imitate the sound of a burst of gunfire from an automatic weapon
You're a crazed gunman?

because you don't have any pigments?

Fishmonger. After an accident with an needlessly complex sewing machine cost me my job and my sanity I use my newly acquired ability to control and create super thread to illegally fish around Gotham's coast, opening various secret cannery's and open air stalls around the city.

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well the only job I've ever held was a brief summer job at a pool supply store a couple years ago, so probably something vaguely pool related, funny thing about a Pool Supply store is that a lot of the stuff we sell is actually really fucking dangerous if mishandled*, so it'd be easy to homebrew that kind of stuff into weapons and traps

*like it was ingrained hard that we warn customers to put liquid chlorine and muriatic acid in separate parts of their car(like one in the trunk and one on the floor of the front passenger seat) when taking them home, cause if they got into a car accident and those two mixed, well we'd probably never see them again, cause of the ensuing fiery explosion