A man of fire flew up onto the roof of Bakersfield Industries. His body was coated in flames, covering every inch of his skin. The blaze burned without pain, it was a part of him. The flames propelling him upward into flight. He groaned as his weary, bruised body landed and the flames disappeared from his skin. He glanced down to find his black latex suit with burn marks and holes. He scowled and examined the torn fabric. Another man, only visible as a gray blur with the speed at which he ran, made his way up the side of the skyscraper and stopped suddenly.
“Knight Dragon.” The man said, tugging and scratching at the tight, gray fabric on his legs, his body no longer blurred. “Your suit’s broken again.” He commented.
“This is the second one in the past month, Speedster.” The Knight Dragon sighed. “Cassandra keeps saying she’s researching better, fire-proof fabric, but I’m losing all trust in her.” Speedster laughed.
“I hope not all trust.”
“Just in this, I supposed.” The Knight Dragon shook his head, though there was irritation in his voice. The Speedster knew of his partner’s distaste for Cassandra Walters, and always ignored it the best he could. She was, in the most technical sense, their boss and the Speedster did his best to stay on her good side. He wasn’t like the Knight Dragon, he couldn’t afford to mess things up with her.
“I think she just has too much on her plate.” The Speedster said in a pathetic attempt to defend her. “She’s in charge of every hero in the city, it’s got to be a lot of work.”
“I think I should just find someone else.” The Knight Dragon said, pursing his lips. The Speedster grimaced.
“Below us is a company made for a task like this.” The Knight Dragon said after a moment, the corners of his mouth twitching with eagerness.