The night was cool. Not smoldering hot, like Firefly would have liked, but just cool.

Instead of his Firefly suit, he wore a normal suit. The none flame resistant kind. And instead of burning down a fire station or a Wayne Corporation building, he sat across from you in an overly fancy restaurant downtown.

He owed you a date, probably ten with how much he was gone setting Gotham ablaze. Working nights and getting beat up by the Bat didn't leave him a lot of free time, but he was determined to show his spitfire a good time.

"So, see anything you like, Lightning Bug?" he motioned to the menu in his hand, though his eyes lingered a little longer than they should on the candles acting as a centerpiece.

It would be so easy to just tip them over. Light the tablecloth on fire, then the table, then the restaurant...the thought almost made him giggle, before he stopped himself.

No. No. No beautiful fire tonight, no delicious flames. Tonight he was focused on his other love; you.