Title: Burn, Baby, Burn
Rating: PG
Fandom: Crossover: Batman & Yu-Gi-Oh!
Characters: Gurimo (Yu-Gi-Oh!), Firefly (Batman)
Summary: There were times, rare times, that Gurimo questioned Master Dartz and now was one of those times.
Word Count: 546
Author's Note: I just… if you've read any of my other the Batman crossovers than you'll see why I just couldn't resist.
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: Batman and Yu-Gi-Oh! do not belong to me; I'm merely borrowing certain characters for this crack!fic, that is all.

o8: Burn, Baby, Burn

"Ah, so you must be the "Bee Man"."

Garfield caught himself from slapping a hand to his forehead. Really, how long has it been since he's been flying about the city and causing fires and stating that his name was Firefly? Everyone seemed to get his name right when he became Phosphorus, but maybe that was because he was a bigger threat. "The name is Firefly. Tell me, does my suit look anything remotely close to being that of a bee? Because if so, you need to get your eyes checked."

"It matters not what your name is. What does matter is that soon your soul shall be offered to the great beast!"

"…"

Firefly gave him a blank stare; although the man wouldn't be able to see it because he still wore his trademark helmet. And the citizens of Gotham believed that the criminals were the odd ones? OK, either this was a real loony that needed to be locked up in a cell over in Arkham or this guy smoked too much weed or… something. "Listen, I don't have time dealing with small fry like you."

"No. You listen. I have come too far to give up now and I shall not let this opportunity escape me." That was for sure. Gurimo was absolutely sick and tired of being in this strange and bizarre city. He was tired of the citizens' lack of knowledge of knowing the famous children's card game and he was sick of how he hadn't caught one single person's soul on his list.

Not this time though.

This time he was going to capture this person's soul and he was going to return to the temple.

As Gurimo kept his glare firm, Firefly couldn't help except take notice of the time. Alice was probably wondering where he was right now and, more than likely, was coming to the assumption that he was up to no good; however that wouldn't be far from the truth if this old coot kept him from leaving. The arsonist could already feel the urge to zap him a few times and set that ratty and tatty cloak on fire. But he knew he had to restrain himself from doing so. If this made it on the news (speaking of which, Garfield thought, wait… haven't I seen this crazy, old coot recently on the news?) then that meant Alice would see and–slash–or hear about it.

And he did give her his word that he would try to behave himself.

But all that self-control went out the window when Gurimo opened his big, fat mouth again.

"I'll make you a deal. If you duel me, then I won't go after that pretty brunette of yours. But should you back out, I promise you this: that brunette's soul will be offered to the great beast in your stead."

His eyes flashed a dark shade of blue.

No one – and he meant no one – got away unscathed when they threatened Alice.

And this man was about to learn his biggest mistake from doing so.

And so, Gurimo, with second degree burns, had the "honor" of explaining to Master Dartz yet again on why the man, known as Garfield Lynns, would not be offered to the great Leviathan.