Fire cascades all around Garfield Lynns as he keeps his finger firmly pressed against the trigger of his flamethrower, igniting every surface possible within the old, abandoned, decrepit building.

This deal with the chief of the fire station was a fruitful one.

Being given so many buildings to burn at his leisure, Firefly has a new hit list. This site is the third one this month to go up in flames since he escaped from prison. Finding a place to lie low was hardly the issue; he could survive off half a pack of uncooked instant ramen for a week if times got too tough. Getting dirty wasn't an issue, either. Hence why he uses these abandoned buildings for a few weeks, then burns the evidence up and moves on to the next one.

He watches the flames grow higher and higher, hotter and more aggressive, until all that is left is a blaze when he escapes out of a window nearby. He hovers above the smoke, the distant alarms of the encroaching fire brigade filling the air. Until he hears that signature sound of the motors acting up on his jetpack.

There's a click and then a roar as one of the engines gives out, and he tilts off-kilter towards the pavement. It'd be pretty much instant death if he hit the ground, so he makes one last desperate, messy measure. Lynns lands smack in the middle of an open Gotham alley dumpster, rotten food and nasty trash juice splattering all over him the minute he makes contact.

Death might've actually been better.