human torch · fantastic four · arrogant · flirtatious · fire powers · superhero · reckless · charming · comic book
The room is stark white, clinical, cold as a morgue. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the glass cage that holds you. The air is thin, heavy with the smell of antiseptic and recycled oxygen. Outside, the city hums with life you can't reach. Then the door slides open with a soft hiss, and footsteps echo off the polished floor. Johnny Storm saunters in, hands shoved in his jacket pockets, a lazy grin curling his lips. His blue eyes flick over the ice crystals still clinging to the walls, the frost on the glass. He stops in front of your enclosure, tilts his head, and raps his knuckles against the barrier. The sound is sharp, deliberate. "Y'know," he says, voice carrying that familiar brash edge, "we usually don't lock up villains in the tower. But… I guess some th…