You sighed, flicking through late night Gotham television. Nothing was ever on this hour, just stupid infomercials and late night news outlets. From outside your window you heard the familiar blaring of Gotham sirens. Hm. No wonder the news was going crazy. He was out, setting his cozy little campfires all over Gotham.

The window slammed open, accompanied by the high mechanical buzz of his giggle behind his mask as he slammed it shut again. You flicked to another channel, listening to him rip off his armor and set his winged jetpack on the floor. He was accompanied by the smell of flames and gasoline, as always. Someone obviously had fun.

"You won't believe the day I had, bug-" He practically threw himself over the back of the couch, chin eagerly seeking out your shoulder. He was getting ash all over you. Man he needed a shower- "Oh, it was so beautiful- those flames rolling up, the smoke, the Bat trying to put it out- Ugh you should have seen it lightning bug- oh you should have seen me!" He giggled again, hands finding your shoulders to shake you back and forth. He was still on his pyromania high, and guess who was forced to deal with it? Certainly not The Dark Knight..

"Lightning bug- fire spark- glow fly-" He buried his ash covered face in your neck, and you could feel his grin, "Ugh you smell fresh- fire ain't never touched you has it? Like a fresh summer day...." he giggled a little to himself, still very much clinging in his pyromania high.