[center][color=0072bc][b]"I mean... what's there to know?"[/b][/color] The lightbulb head asked as he leaned against the nearby wall and crossed his arms. He turned to Ciri, then, and made a noise that could only make it sound like he was smirking. [color=0072bc][b]"Name's Mister Combustible, sweetheart."[/b][/color] He waited for a moment, then, before shrugging and continuing his explanation, [color=0072bc][b]"Firefly's a B-List villain from Gotham. Obsessed with burnin' shit to the ground.... dude's got burns on ninety percent of his body, so I guess it's some form of coping mechanism."[/b][/color]

The "man" shrugged again and pushed himself off the wall, [color=0072bc][b]"He hired me to look after those asshole thugs..."[/b][/color] he turned in the group's direction and fell silent for a short moment, [color=0072bc][b]"Of course I didn't [i]listen.[/i] Harmin' innocent lives for no reason ain't really my thing,"[/b][/color] Combustible thinbed toward the nearby closet he'd been trapped in. [color=0072bc][b]"That's why he locked me in that there closet."[/b][/color]

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