The heated cell of Arkham Asylum was fireproof, and that frustrated the one inside it to no end. The pyromaniac within scoured every corner, every millimeter of reinforced cobble bricks within his cell to check for anything flammable, and he found nothing.

Firefly was in the corner of his cell when someone else was pulled into the cell hall by two Arkham wardens, and for a moment, he forgot to turn around to see who it was.

His concentration was manic in nature. He needed to burn something, and now.