Ok! Prompt! Flambae protective rage and anger at Robert being given something by a jealous Dispatcher and having an allergic reaction to it
Staring at the wheezing form of their dispatcher on the med bay bed makes something burn inside Flambae that is very different from his usual fire and flame. It's more concentrated, pointed. Targeted.
Robert's face, arms, and torso are all covered in hives that stand raised from his skin, ugly and disturbing. His eyes are less swollen now that he's been given a cocktail of antihistamines and meds to reduce the allergic reaction, breathing a little clearer.
Flambae's hands that normally would be engulfed in a blaze are white-hot, slowly melting the metal windowframe under his grip. The nurses and doctors have all backed up, but Prism has her hand on his shoulder and pulls him back, shaking her head and jerking it to the side. He leaves the poor windowframe alone, but doesn't step more than a few paces away from the observation room, determined to keep Robert in his sights.
"He's been taken into custody. The charges are solid, there's video evidence of him slipping Robert the allergens, and laughing about it with his friends afterwards, as well as actually watching Robert take the damn thing and doing nothing when he drops" reports Prism, showing Flambae the aforementioned footage. "He's not getting away with it, Bae, don't worry. And Robert is strong, he's not gonna die. He's ok, he was treated really quick thanks to you, and the doctors did a great job. He'll be fine," she reassures, eyes sliding to the form on the bed. "You made sure he'll be fine".
"He should have been fine in the first place. Who the fuck was the dickhead that got him, Prism?" forces out Flambae, eyes not moving from the rise and fall of Robert's chest.
"A jealous co-worker passed over for promotion a few too many times, who thought that Robert had bitten off more than he could chew working with the Z-Team, and got too much attention for it. A nobody. Not even a villain. Just a really shitty and petty human normie. Who happened to have access to employee med files".
"So what you're telling me is that Mecha Man could have died because of a jealous piece of shit, huh? Not gone out in a blaze of heroic glory, not fighting for his life, or saving some civilians. But suffocating and clawing at his throat because some fucking peach juice was squeezed into his coffee? What kinda fucked up carma is that, Prism?" demanded Flambae, the ice hot flames inside him condensing into a wobbling aura that causes the woman to take a step back from him.
"Bae, you have to calm down. Yes, he could have died. But he didn't. Because you were there, and you're smart, and kind, and you got him here in time. You saved him, baby. He's ok," mutters Prism, lowering her glasses and looking at him with a sad expression. "He'll be fine. And we can make sure he never has to go through something like this again, right? We'll all be more careful now, he'll be fine," she promises, sliding her glance to Robert.
"Yeah... Yeah, I got him."

















