Malcolm Fromholtz, offering a suggestion to his boss.

After walking down the hundreds of hundreds of stairs down to the office of your boss Syndrome, you read the signs plastered all over the door saying "DO NOT DISTURB!" "ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK!" "GENIUS AT WORK!" and "BEWARE OF THE PANTHER" along many others.

You rap your hand on the door and hear a thump on the other side, followed by a crash. "AHAHA! I SEE YOU HAVE FINALLY ARRIVED! PLEASE ENTER, MY DEAR NEMESIS... AND PREPARE TO MEET YOUR FATE!!"
The door opens on its own, and you walk inside seeing your boss in a black and white spandex which highlights his not-so-impressive physique and his offensively red troll-doll haircut.
He turns around, facing you with a maniacal grin and folded arms, "I've been expecting you..." When he sees that it's just one of his henchmen his grin subsides into a disappointed, and dangerously annoyed, frown.
"Oh... it's just you.... UNLESS THAT'S A DISGUISE!!"
"Uh, nope... I'm just your normal loyal henchman."
"Ugh.... fine... whatver. You have twenty seconds to explain yourself..." Syndrome leans in close to your chest to read your nametag, "...Malcolm. I have an evil speech scheduled any minute."
"Thank you sir, I..."
"If I deem your request too insignificant you shall perish like so..." Syndrome snaps his finger and the bush in his corner bursts into purple flames that quickly subsides, leaving nothing but a black barren miniature tree... which would have been more impressive were it not for the fact that was how it had looked for months ever since he first used that ability to demonstrate his power.
"Yes sir, I had an important question." You say and clear your throat, "If I understand it right, your plan is to commercialize superpowers to the point where they become mundane, correct?"
"YES! Every man, woman and child shall have my gadgets and be a super... then noone will be a super!"
"Right... so that means you will in fact mass-produce the gadgets you are using now?"
"But of course!"
"And since you expect to reach your goal in your lifetime, that probably means you've already started mass producing your stuff?"
"Very good. I wouldn't dare to test these little things against real actual heroes if they were still in the testing phase."
"So I was thinking... does that mean maybe that you can equip us, your loyal henchmen, with your advanced equipment and weapons, so we then can fight the heroes who lands here with an army of super heroes instead of... you know, being absolutely pummeled like how this always goes?"
"OF COURSE NOT!" Syndrome said and turned around dramatically, "And here's why! I can't... that is not very... I... hm" Syndrome stroked his chin and turned to face you again, "Michael! I just had the most ingenious plan!"
"It's Malcolm sir," You interject.
"I shall use my best inventions to equip my loyal henchmen, and so every hero who lands here will have to fight an army of superheroes!"
"Your genius knows no limit, boss!" You say as you have been instructed by the survivors of those who cross Syndrome's ego.