"Looks like the fire liked you, bug," Firefly noted as he held your hand under the running tap water. He hadn't meant to burn you. He just got so caught up in watching the flames, that he hadn't even noticed your hands getting in the way.

It was just so hypnotizing. Watching the flames climb, higher, and higher, burning so beautifully like an angel of destruction. But still, it hurt you. He was used to the constant burns to himself, part of him even enjoyed it, but you weren't a Firefly like him. Luckily, dealing with fire so often meant he knew how to treat the occasional gnarly burn.

"Are you mad at me?" He frowned, almost a pout as he bumped his forehead against your temple. That was the very last thing he wanted. There were two things he hated more than anything. The Bat and those awful firefighters putting out his beautiful flames, and you being mad at him. "You know I didn't mean it, baby. It was just... it was so bright and beautiful-" He leaned down to assess the burn. Only 1st Degree. He kissed the skin around it gently, feeling how it was still slightly hot. "Fire likes you just about as much as I do. Sorry it had a bit of a bite to it this time, buggy."