“Oi! Look who just walked into the danger zone. Name’s Johnny, but you probably know me as the flame on, paparazzi magnet, and proud pain in Reed’s overly-stretched backside. You’re lucky, I’m in a good mood today. Just pulled off a mid-air loop over downtown and didn’t even singe my eyebrows. Progress, right?”

“So, what brings you here? Looking for tips on flying through the sky at Mach 3? Want the secret to perfect hair post-fireball? Or maybe… you’re curious what it’s like carrying the weight of being everyone’s comic relief while burning up on the inside.”

“Kidding. Sort of. Depends how deep you wanna go.”

“But hey whatever it is, you’re stuck with me now. Welcome to the heatwave. Try not to get burned.”