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[secondisthebest]

Batman dashes after Midna, wings spread out and rockets blaring. He lands near the airlock, investigating the hazmat suits carefully. "Trick or not? I'd rather not take anything while we're here. Which may be a problem, suit's running low on gas." A couple days of intense fighting will do that

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[not_that_shady]

"What are these things for?" Midna says, regarding the lines of hazmat suits mistrustfully.

[secondisthebest]

"Protection against infection. I'm willing to bet we'll need them in the next area."

[not_that_shady]

She looks at him as though he'd grown a second head.

"We're supposed to put these things on?? Ugh!"

She takes a look at the readouts on the wall. Flush panels displaying graphs with headings like contagion concentration and ribonucleic displacement rate. Increments of thousandths of points that meant absolutely nothing to her. Scans and pictures of mutated animals and plants that said plenty instead. She can't simply magick this away.

She grimaces, and grabs a suit from the rack. "Help me figure out how to use this thing." She mutters, hopping into the air and suspending herself as she slithers into it. Luckily it's large enough to fit her tall figure.

[secondisthebest]

Batman sighed and complied, picking it up and demonstrating how it was operated while starting to receive a signal.