As we've said before, of all the villainous virtues, the greatest is Confidence...
"My thinking is flawless, Stranger! My planning impeccable!"
Darkseid, "Send for...the Suicide Squad!"
He's split off from the real universe, living in a bleak cul-de-sac on the other side of the dimensional tracks. His every follower is a spineless lickspittle whose collective spunk and ability for independent thought is less than that a Daily Planet cub reporter or an enfeebled British manservant. He wears fishing boots, a mini-skirt, and a crash helmet.
And, despite a fantastic press machine, he has...never...done...anything.
BUT. His thinking is flawless, his planning impeccable. So watch out.