After Heartbreak you were lost. They picked you up broken on the street, driven away in an ambulance, believed to be dead.
You were not. Instead you were brought back to the Farm, the place you had escaped from once before. You were once again trapped by your oldest enemies. Worse than dead. Abandoned. They had taken everything from you. The life you had built. Your future. Once you managed to escape you swore you'd have your revenge.
They can't be allowed to get away with this.
Of course you couldn't go back. They had abandoned you as dead. Shrugged you off as unwanted baggage. You had never been one of them. Not really. You could never be. Not when you had to keep lying to them from the start. About who you were.
Where you came from.
It was better this way. You are enemies now, the way it was supposed to be. You don't need friends, you have a mission.
Becoming a villain means that finally you can do whatever you want to do. Take whatever you want to take. Robbing a gala with the city's richest and most famous is a brilliant idea. That it is the opening of the new Memorial Museum is even better.
A museum dedicated to heroes being robbed by someone who used to be one. Poetic justice. Not to mention that you knew at least some of the Rangers would be present as guests, which would be icing on the cake. They wouldn't be ready for you.
Your armor was ready. The plan prepared. All you needed was one final thing.
A name.