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This redesign looks really cool, but it's not a particularly fresh idea. Metallo has usually been a one-note villain with a singular motivation, revenge! I thought adding a element of punk would contrast Superman's preppy, boy scout vibes and give him more character. The flavour text below is a story idea that could work for most Superman villains, but by giving it to Metallo I think it gives him more of a scrappy, man-of-the-people persona.

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Crime Day

The sound of distant explosions rang through the city, sending a cloud of fizzing bubbles up through John’s glass of beer. How did it all go so wrong? It had been such a simple idea. He had thought it up sitting in this very booth 8 years ago. Similarly nursing a beer, regretting past mistakes.

His month long plan hast just been foiled by the Blue Boy Scout, again. He was feeling low, contemplating accepting defeat. Accepting that he would never be able to beat Superman. He scanned around the bar, scanned the faces of the c-list villains drowning their sorrows and a thought occurred to him. Maybe Supes could be anywhere in Metropolis in the blink of an eye, but there was only one of him while their were dozens of them. They didn’t have to beat him, they just had to overwhelm him. Just for a moment. Just for a day.

He had jumped onto the bar’s counter at the dismay of Noonan, the bar’s owner, and spun a tale of glory. John had always had a talent for assembling hapless crews, and the denizens of Noonan’s bar were quick to grasp onto the lifeline that John dangled in front of them. They were going to pick a day, any day, and as long as they all coordinated their schemes and machinations for that day Superman wouldn’t be able to stop them. Well, not all of them at least.

Such a simple idea. John wondered why no crew had tried it before, especially when it inexplicably worked. Sure, two of them had been picked up by the Blue Boy Scout, but the rest had gotten away Scott-free, just as they planned.

And so the tradition began. Every year, on the same day in the summer, a flood of criminals would emerge from the shadowy recesses of the city, and Supes would struggle to keep up. John remained at the centre of this disorganized organization, accepting recruits from outside the city, coordinating job locations so that they were as far apart as possible, and even collecting funds for the legal defense or illegal escape of the unlucky few that inevitably got caught. These were the good days, the few glorious years before it all turned to shit.

It was when those damn Gotham freaks started showing up that John should have known things had gone too far. The capes had figured out the trick and were organizing themselves. The speedster from Central City started showing up, along with that Robin Hood wannabe from Star City. That’s when Cobblepot made an appearance, offering to expand their efforts that year, take what had been a local enterprise and bring it to the national stage. He should have shut it all down right there. He should have seen where this path was inevitably going to end.

Which led him back here. Back to same bar with the same taste of bitter regret hanging in the air. The capes were out in force, like some flamboyant minutemen, and the original gang of down-their-luck c-listers were back in the very same bar with him, replaced by the type of super-villains with god-complexes and powers to match.

The bell over the door jingled and the already quiet bar fell silent. John looked up from his beer to see the Blue Boy Scout himself standing in the doorway in his space pyjamas. He solemnly approached John’s booth, ignoring the frozen patrons gawking in disbelief. As he sat down in the booth opposite John, who pretended to be suddenly very interested in his beverage.

“Hello, John. I think it’s time we talked.”

Description
This redesign looks really cool, but it's not a particularly fresh idea. Metallo has usually been a one-note villain with a singular motivation, revenge! I thought adding a element of punk would contrast Superman's preppy, boy scout vibes and give him more character. The flavour text below is a story idea that could work for most Superman villains, but by giving it to Metallo I think it gives him more of a scrappy, man-of-the-people persona.

Flavour Text:

Crime Day

The sound of distant explosions rang through the city, sending a cloud of fizzing bubbles up through John’s glass of beer. How did it all go so wrong? It had been such a simple idea. He had thought it up sitting in this very booth 8 years ago. Similarly nursing a beer, regretting past mistakes.

His month long plan hast just been foiled by the Blue Boy Scout, again. He was feeling low, contemplating accepting defeat. Accepting that he would never be able to beat Superman. He scanned around the bar, scanned the faces of the c-list villains drowning their sorrows and a thought occurred to him. Maybe Supes could be anywhere in Metropolis in the blink of an eye, but there was only one of him while their were dozens of them. They didn’t have to beat him, they just had to overwhelm him. Just for a moment. Just for a day.

He had jumped onto the bar’s counter at the dismay of Noonan, the bar’s owner, and spun a tale of glory. John had always had a talent for assembling hapless crews, and the denizens of Noonan’s bar were quick to grasp onto the lifeline that John dangled in front of them. They were going to pick a day, any day, and as long as they all coordinated their schemes and machinations for that day Superman wouldn’t be able to stop them. Well, not all of them at least.

Such a simple idea. John wondered why no crew had tried it before, especially when it inexplicably worked. Sure, two of them had been picked up by the Blue Boy Scout, but the rest had gotten away Scott-free, just as they planned.

And so the tradition began. Every year, on the same day in the summer, a flood of criminals would emerge from the shadowy recesses of the city, and Supes would struggle to keep up. John remained at the centre of this disorganized organization, accepting recruits from outside the city, coordinating job locations so that they were as far apart as possible, and even collecting funds for the legal defense or illegal escape of the unlucky few that inevitably got caught. These were the good days, the few glorious years before it all turned to shit.

It was when those damn Gotham freaks started showing up that John should have known things had gone too far. The capes had figured out the trick and were organizing themselves. The speedster from Central City started showing up, along with that Robin Hood wannabe from Star City. That’s when Cobblepot made an appearance, offering to expand their efforts that year, take what had been a local enterprise and bring it to the national stage. He should have shut it all down right there. He should have seen where this path was inevitably going to end.

Which led him back here. Back to same bar with the same taste of bitter regret hanging in the air. The capes were out in force, like some flamboyant minutemen, and the original gang of down-their-luck c-listers were back in the very same bar with him, replaced by the type of super-villains with god-complexes and powers to match.

The bell over the door jingled and the already quiet bar fell silent. John looked up from his beer to see the Blue Boy Scout himself standing in the doorway in his space pyjamas. He solemnly approached John’s booth, ignoring the frozen patrons gawking in disbelief. As he sat down in the booth opposite John, who pretended to be suddenly very interested in his beverage.

“Hello, John. I think it’s time we talked.”