So, who here is a Batman fan? Or at least play Batman Arkham Knight? If you answered yes to either of those questions then you know who Garfield Lynns is, or rather who Firefly is. Depending on which one you go with, Lynns is either a pyromaniac, a failed special effects man, or a pyromaniac who gets horribly burned in a fire and then goes nut-zo.
Fire Bug
Taylor shivered absently, she hiked the blanket upwards and nestled deeper into her hospital bed, her injuries after… After what had happened were by and large healed, her skin, rather then the waxwork horror show that it had been, was now porcelain white and smooth as silk.
In all honesty, Taylor could say that she was objectively more attractive after Panacea's extensive reconstructing of her body, but that wasn't had her shivering in her blankets, it was the cold, and the screams…
A little over a week ago a fire had consumed her house, her father, and her life.
Sure, her heart still beat and her lungs still drew breath. But Taylor Ann Hebert felt dead inside. Taylor shook herself out of her revery. Panacea had been able to fix her physical appearance, her lungs that had been essentially boiled, and even made it so her hair could grow again. The one thing that Panacea had not been able to fix was her nerves, a hour long lecture as to why she couldn't essentially boiled down to,
Her nerves were actually fine, it was their connections to her brain that was unable to fixed.
Because of the faulty connections, much of her ability to sense the things she was physically feeling were reduced, or outright eliminated, her sense of pain, halved. Her tactile sense of hot and cold? Got in its entirety, now all she could feel was a ceaseless cold.
3. They never caught the person who set fire too her house, but she had a suspicion as too who it was. Oh did she. And she would get her revenge, a fiery, agony filled revenge that would be whispered about, and be the fuel for nightmares for decades!
4. And Taylor would do it with the strange, awesome, and awesomely strange weapons of fiery destruction that had been frankly shoving themselves into her brain. Her priorities were three fold, first find a place to build and then the materials. First up on the build list was a first and foremost a fireproof suit with respirator to filter out the carbon-dioxide caused by her weapons, so that if she had to, she could stand right in the middle of a wildfire and not feel a thing, it would also hopefully include some sort of strength enhancer so that she could go toe to toe with some of the more strength oriented Capes, a bigass flame thrower, and to cap it off a dozen or so grenades.
That was to start, but would see be finished there? Ohh no. Taylor would create bigger, better, more destructive weapons of cleansing fire.
She already had ideas for an explosion/implosion device…
Scene Break
Taylor took a deep breath as she stripped off her mask and long rubber gloves and switched on the venting systems to full to filter out as much of the toxic smoke from the Napalm fermentation process as possible.
This was the last step. She had her suit, at the last second she had added flight capabilities in the form of a jet powered glider, and she had to admit, it just felt right. She also had her flame thrower, a silvery multi nozzle monstrosity that could either be used to send out great gouts of flames that would stick to and burn any surface they stuck too, or could be switched to a close range cutting flame that as far as Taylor could tell, was barely less effective at cutting through any substance on the planet as a plasma torch, and finally for that extra, special surprise.
A trio of grenades, each one serving a different purpose.
First was a standard Naplam filled grenade for room clearing, second was her implosion based grenade for anything that could stand up to a standard explosion or fire, and finally was her F$#& everything and everyone in half a city block grenade that relied on liquid, super cooled plasma that when reheated would supposedly, since she really hadn't had the opportunity to test it.
Scene Break
Armsmaster looked expressionless at the wrecked and still flaming apartment complex of one of his Wards civilian identity. Apparently, the person who had done this still hadn't left, and was still standing in the middle of the burning apartment.
According to the reports of the witnesses, the black suited figure had flown through a window, and after multiple demands for Sophia's location, had given the occupants 10 minutes to evacuate after which she had began torching the place.
He gave the signal for the other Protectorate members to begin surrounding the smoldering building before walking up the singed and charred stairs, a small respirator around his lower face so her could breath despite the still active flames and chocking smoke.
And there the arsonist stood.
Clad in a black bodysuit with metallic wings shooting out from the feminine figures back where a large tank of the same metal was strapped. A choker of the same metal was around the figures neck, separating the possible power suit from its helmet that featured two large, insectile, piss-yellow lenses. Cradled in the figures arms was was an absolute monster of a flamethrower, its pilot lite flickering an eery green-purple.
The figure turned too regard Armsmaster, and then it spoke, its voice electronic and buzzing as it spoke through a respirator set into its mask.
"Hello, hero, where is Sophia?"
End
Done, A tinker Taylor base around everything fire and heat. I figure Tinker 7 because of the f-everything grenade? For those of you who think I'm giving this Taylor too much power, I try and give People a method for ramping up to Endbringer confrontation if they decide to use any of my one-shots.
In honor of an interesting movie that I just saw, (Hotel Artemis, not a great movie, but interesting) Next chapter is,
Nurse Taylor, on-call for the villains of Brockton Bay 24-7!
(Im a paramedic in real life, so I enjoy both Medical based fiction stories and movies)