“What a beautiful, beautiful sight!” He echoed before diving down to help the blaze, pulling the trigger to his flamethrower to spread the fiery perfection.
“Let the flames of sweet victory burn!” Lynns cackled, flying through the streets of the Diamond District. He aimed for the fire station, which prevented flames from growing.
Lynns first act was to roll a napalm grenade into the open station, watching the device roll beneath the red truck as he flew upwards with a smile underneath his helmet. In moments, the truck and station were set ablaze.
He was mesmerized by her fiery hair but still, Garfield shook his head.
“Listen lady, I’m not in Arkham and you ain’t my therapist. I got nothing to say to you.”