"Burn." The word was spoken calmly and stoically, the black-haired, suit-wearing man casually ducking underneath the thug's fist and clenching his own gloved hand around the man's face. Before anything could even be uttered, the mugger screamed in fear, beady eyes widening once he saw the runes on the gloves shining brightly. He just had to try to mug the Blue Devil- 

Birds flapped into the sky as the inhuman scream skyrocketed in loudness, an inferno of beautiful, fiery blue fire exploding into the sky. The suit-wearing man merely walked out of that same alley-way, hands in his pockets as he headed in no particular direction. Citizens stared at the man, and then the alley. Only, there were no ashes there; just scorch marks.