I'm thinking about writing a second chapter in Perry's POV. Thoughts?

The first time Heinz Doofenshmirtz met Perry the Platypus, it was a process, and it didn't start with the first time they saw each other face-to-face.

It started with a shopping trip.

Doofenshmirtz was examining some electronics in a window, a plastic bag hanging from his arm, when he suddenly felt like he was being watched. He whipped around, examining the street suspiciously, but there were only a couple of pedestrians, each wrapped up in their own lives. Sighing, he told himself he was just being paranoid, and continued about his business.

But the feeling persisted, for about a week. It wasn't all the time, just every now and then, usually when he was out and about, either gathering gadgets or grocery shopping. He began to get a bit twitchy, sometimes literally jumping at his own shadow. Every now and then he would think he saw something, but whatever sign he'd spotted was gone before he could get a proper look at it.

It wasn't that Doofenshmirtz wasn't used to being under surveillance. He'd been on the OWCA's radar for some time now. It was just… the OWCA often sent agents his way, but usually a different one each time, and Heinz was usually almost immediately aware of who they were and how they were trying to thwart him. He often suspected they just sent whoever was free at the moment, like he wasn't much of a threat. That hurt a bit, but at least they were actually aware of his actions as a villain.

This time was different. He knew he was being watched, sized up. This must be a new agent, and he or she was taking their time. The waiting was the worst part, and Doofenshmirtz couldn't actually force the agent into action because he was nowhere near completing his latest inator.

It was one afternoon when he was just about to quit on the most recent design that there was a knock at the door. Grumbling, he made his way across the lab and yanked open the door. "What?" he snapped at the young man standing in the hallway.

The stranger was maybe a little over five feet tall. He had neatly-combed teal hair under a brown fedora that looked brand-new. There was an appalling yellow plaid tie clipped to his crisp white button-down shirt, which had the sleeves rolled up over his elbows. His dark eyes were seemingly impassive, but Heinz had a feeling that the kid was taking in and effortlessly memorizing every last detail, and he was suddenly positive that these were the same eyes that had been tracking him all week.

They stared at each other for a moment, then the young man politely tipped his hat and handed Doofenshmirtz a card. It read:

Secret Agent Perry the Platypus
"Agent P"
OWCA

After Doofenshmirtz had stared blankly at it for a moment, his mouth blurted without permission, "Aren't you a little short to be a secret agent?"

Perry's eyebrows flattened into an unamused line. Apparently Heinz had struck a nerve. Still, it was true. Even with Heinz's slouch, the agent didn't even make it to his chin.

He cleared his throat. "So, uh, are you supposed to be my nemesis?"

Perry nodded.

Well. At least they were off to a good start, then. He could see Perry filing away the height remark somewhere, only letting it slide for now. "Uh, I'm not really up to anything today, so…"

Perry nodded again, and stuck out his hand.

"You- you wanted to introduce yourself? That's… novel." Doofenshmirtz shook the agent's hand anyway. "Nice to meet you, Perry the Platypus."

Perry smiled, tipped his hat once more, and strolled off down the hallway, hands in his pockets.

Doofenshmirtz stood in the doorway for a long time after the elevator doors had slid shut, card still in his hand, wondering what in the hell had just happened.

At the time, he had thought it was a rather anticlimactic way to meet your nemesis. Years later, however, he realized that had their meeting gone any differently, their wonderful animosity just wouldn't have been the same.