They should have gagged the fucker before throwing him in there. Clearly it's too late for that now, and they're not gonna be dumb enough to unlock that shit and risk letting the clown escape just to stop him from talking, but damn it is tempting.

Barry at least gets to punch the guy in the face using superspeed bullshit. Dave watches that one passively, a little voice at the back of his head saying something he ignores completely about heroes being above beating imprisoned villains. Fuck that, Dave would be decking the asshole too if he could phase through things.

But he can't, and the urge to hit something is really intense, and his hands are too raw and blistered to be punching anything right now. So Dave settles for the next best thing, which is suddenly running and jumping at the fridge with a flying kick. He hits the top corner of the fridge with both feet, toppling it satisfyingly sideways, and can't even bring himself to care about the impossibility of a clean landing after that.

Dave eats shit. He lands in a sprawl next to the fridge, face down with his cape over his head.

Actually, this is good. He's just gonna lie here like this for a while. Yep.