You’d think two caped dudes fighting for justice would see eye-to-eye. Guess not.
When Bluerush first landed in Puerto Rico, he arrived in the middle of chaos — civilians screaming, smoke curling through the streets, and a streak of infernal light scorching the skyline. Without hesitation, he bolted toward the source, only to find a tall, flame-cloaked figure blasting molten arcs through the air. To Bluerush, it screamed "Bad guy". To Dr. Flame, it was just another Tuesday. He was attempting to absorb the flames away from the building, expelling them safely into the sky. Welp, that's not happening.
The moment their eyes met, the fight erupted — Bluerush’s kinetic bursts slicing through waves of demon fire. Every punch sent shockwaves through the streets, and every fire blast melted more of the city’s concrete. But amid the chaos, Dr. Flame — stubborn, proud, and (figurative and literally) hot-headed — finally noticed the damage they were causing. The cracked buildings. The terrified onlookers.
For the first time that day, the Fire Master stopped grinning. With a frustrated roar, Dr. Flame used his powers to create a blazing barrier, redirecting the flames skyward and smothering the fires spreading through the block. “I ain’t burning my home for your ego, blue-boy!” he barked.
Bluerush blinked, realizing they were on the same side all along. With a sheepish nod, he agreed — and the two decided to finish their “friendly misunderstanding” somewhere less populated.
