White Heat
Blaise: I had no idea this could be so stimulating.
Firefly: Yeah, you never forget your first crime. Radioactive phosphorus. Just what the doctor ordered.
????: Sorry, bug boy. You're gonna need a lawyer.
Firefly: The name is Firefly. And I'd be very careful. I fumble this ball, we're all toast. Blaise, let's go.
****
Firefly: Beauty, brains, and cool under fire. What did I do to deserve you?
Blaise: Simple. You were very, very bad. But honestly, all I did was design a few simple upgrades to your equipment. It isn't rocket science. No, wait. It is.
Firefly: And nuclear Firefly 2.0 is gonna be in and out of the treasury before the Bat even pulls on his tights. Once we have the gold, we'll steam away from Gotham and never look back. Ah, it will be the sweet life for us.
Blaise: Look. We're famous.
????: Commissioner Gordon assures us they're doing everything to recover the isotope stolen by Garfield Lynns, also known as Bee Man.
Firefly: I am so ready to blow this town ... Oh, crud.
Blaise: (Groans & Coughs) Garfield. (Coughs)
****
Batgirl: Her name's Blaise? Figures.
Batman: I've checked with Firefly's old associates. Apparently, he and the girl are working on their own.
Robin: I wonder what he plans to do with that isotope.
Batgirl: A bigger mystery is how come you always get the front seat?
Batman: Explosion on the south side.
****
Batman: It's Firefly, all right. This explosion could have been caused by the isotope. You'd better check.
Robin: He gave you a radiation detector? Why don't I get a radiation detector?
Batgirl: Anyone using the Batcomputer for something other than downloading video game cheat codes? Hm?
Robin: Hey, look what I found ... Yup, Blaise and Firefly.
Batman: Her real name is Dr Jane Blaisedale, nuclear physicist. Quit her job at Gotham U. when her project for boosting nuclear energy output was shut down over safety concerns. Bruce Wayne's on the university's board.
Robin: So why's brainy Jane hanging with a creep like Firefly?
Batman: Chemistry.
Batgirl: Like Harley and Joker. It's a bad-boy thing.
Batman: I was talking about this kind of chemistry.
Batgirl: And I'll take Weirder Science for 1000. If the isotope blew up, the radiation should be off the scale. But it's barely above normal. Where'd all that radiation go?
****
Garfield Lynns: (Groaning)
Blaise: You're going to the emergency room. Don't argue with me.
Garfield Lynns: Do you want to go to jail? Pull over.
Blaise: You took a lot of radiation. You need to see a doctor, a real doctor.
Garfield Lynns: I'm controlling it. I'm fine. Maybe I should be worried about you. Middle of summer, you crank up the heat.
Blaise: It's on cold. You're the one who's burning up.
Garfield Lynns: I need air.
Garfield Lynns: ... Hey, I'm walking here.
: Help! It's Bumblebee!
: Don't move.
: Hands in the air.
Garfield Lynns: Now, which is it? Don't move or hands in the air? ... Smoking.
Garfield Lynns: ... No point in having special powers if you don't cash in. Uh-oh. Temperature control needs some work.
Blaise: We have to get out of here.
Robin: That's new.
Garfield Lynns: Get the car.
Batgirl: Dr Blaisedale, I presume? Looking for these?
Robin: Wow.
Garfield Lynns: It's gonna take more than that to douse me, kid. Ahh!
Robin: Wanna hear a crazy guess about where the missing radiation went?
Batman: Go help Batgirl. I'll wrap up Firefly.
Garfield Lynns: (Grunts) Thanks for getting the name right, Batman, but I'm not Firefly anymore. With your last breath, call me ... Phosphorus.
Blaise: Please, we have to go.
Phosphorus: Out. ... Eh. I'll get used to it.
Blaise: Too hot, in the back.
Phosphorus: Whatever.
Batgirl: Batman. (Groans)
Batman: Stand back.
Robin: (Coughs) I liked him better when he was a bug.
****
Phosphorus: At least it got us this far. Come on.
Blaise: What are we gonna do, Garfield? You can't be in a car without setting it on fire.
Phosphorus: This power's gonna take some practice, that's all. Just give me a chance. I'm unstoppable, Blaise. The Bat can't touch me.
Blaise: But neither can I.
Phosphorus: I know. But we'll figure it out.
Blaise: (Sigh)
Phosphorus: Come on, babe. The sweet life, we're this close. I need to know you're with me.
****
: Freeze!
Phosphorus: Burn.
Officers: (Grunting)
Phosphorus: This way.
Blaise: (Sigh)
Phosphorus: Grab the door, babe. ... Now a moment to cool down and-- Okay, so I'm still working out the temperature thing.
Blaise: Ugh. You know, I'm a partner, not a henchgirl.
Phosphorus: What do you want from me?
Batgirl: For one thing, the secret to maintaining that healthy glow.
Phosphorus: Whoa! I could get used to this.
Batman: Lynns.
Phosphorus: Huh? (Grunting)
Batman: Heat-reactive carbon-alloy nanofibers. Durable to 4000 degrees Kelvin.
Blaise: Tell me, is Garfield--?
Robin: Coming to your rescue? I'm going with no.
Blaise: He's been losing it since the accident. He couldn't control the powers.
Robin: And of course, you were secretly on our side the whole time.
Batgirl: I think she's really worried. (Gasps)
Batman: Throw all your ice pellets.
Phosphorus: (Laughter) You took your best shot, Bats. Care to see mine? (grunts)
Batman: Move.
Robin: Whoa!
Batgirl: You don't carry any sunblock in that belt, do you?
****
Batman: No sign of him on the police scanners.
Alfred Pennyworth: How much lead lining?
Batman: A centimetre all around should be an effective radiation shield.
Alfred Pennyworth: Very good, sir. As long as I've got it open, perhaps I could let out the shoulders?
Batman: Just the lining, Alfred. ... So far, Phosphorus isn't leaking radiation, only heat. But as his powers outstrip his ability to control them, we may be staring at an uncontained reaction.
Robin: As in a nuclear bomb?
Batman: If he absorbed enough radiation, yes. But I don't think he did.
Robin: Phew!
Batman: He's much more likely to meltdown.
Batgirl: Meltdown? That doesn't sound good.
Batman: It's not. It means he'll get hot enough to melt into the ground, but not before destroying most of Gotham.
Robin: Where are you going?
Batgirl: I'm gonna scout around. I'll call if I see him. A guy who glows in the dark can't be too hard to find.
****
Blaise: What are you doing?
Phosphorus: What does it look like I'm doing? I'm hungry.
Blaise: It's raw.
Phosphorus: Not when I'm done chewing it. (Growls)
Blaise: Garfield, your feet ... You can't eat, you can't drive. You can't even stand anywhere. This is insane.
Phosphorus: I did this for you. You wanted it.
Blaise: I didn't want this.
Phosphorus: (Growls)
Blaise: Aah!
Phosphorus: Blaise? Blaise!
Batgirl: Slow down, doc. Where's the fire? I didn't just say that.
Phosphorus: Working with my enemies? Is that it?
Blaise: I'm done with your powers, Garfield. Look at you. Think you're such hot stuff? Think again.
Phosphorus: (Yells)
Batgirl: You okay?
Blaise: He's crazy.
Phosphorus: You used to think I was hot, Blaise. Oh, I'm hot all right. But I can get hotter.
Blaise: Where's he going?
Batgirl: The nuclear power plant.
****
Phosphorus: (Laughing)
: Huh? Get out of here.
Phosphorus: What the--? Huh? (grunting) Whoa! Whoa!
Batman: Give it up, Lynns.
Phosphorus: Give up? I'm just getting warmed up. (Laughing) Like ducks in a shooting gallery ... I'm not one of your pathetic Arkham wack jobs, Bats. I have real power. I'll break through that suit. Then I'm gonna soak up every bit of radiation in the reactor and pop my top. Gotham will be a memory but long will live the name of Phosphorus.
Phosphorus: Aah!
Blaise: Garfield, don't do this. Please.
Phosphorus: All I wanted was a big hit so I could blow this town. Seems I can't have the hit, but I can still blow this town.
Blaise: You'll destroy us.
Phosphorus: I guess some relationships are just too hot to handle, babe. At least this time they'll get my name right.
Batman: Lynns.
Phosphorus: (laughter) You gotta be kidding me.
Batman: Figured you'd think so.
Phosphorus: Huh? (growls) Huh? (moans)
Batman: Liquid nitrogen. Something had to cool him down.
Blaise: (Cries)
Phosphorus: (Groans)
****
: If Mr Lynns had gotten help earlier, maybe something could have been done. Right now, only a special gas mixture is able to keep him under control.
Blaise: Garfield?
Phosphorus: Blaise, you got my message.
Blaise: I came in person to say ... whatever spark existed between us it's gone.
Phosphorus: Blaise, wait, I... Wait.
: It's late, Garfield. Lights out.
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