"Well that's disappointing," Moriarty complained, pulling a face. He expected more than that but then, he was one of 'earth's mightiest heroes' ... what a joke they were. All they did was step in when something big happened, anyone in the world could do that, people got new powers every day and nothing really set them apart from those people except a costume and backing from their government. Want to save the world and do something impressive? Sort out the third world. Then he'd appalled them, even he could sort out that giant fuck up in the world.

"I'm sure you've done the maths, right? Of how many weapons you sold, the average deaths they must of caused and then compared it to the lives you've saved? You've a long way to go," Moriarty pointed out because yes, he had done the maths.

It had been fun actually! Lot of civilian deaths.

He was tempted, for a moment, to let him have a heart attack and be done with this. But eventually he peeked his head out the door to get Moran. "Sebastian, darling, Tony wants to join us for Glee."