Hazmat.

[trustycrowbar]

[Video, to JLS members]

[The camera wobbles as he lifts it up and Gordon fidgets a little, glancing over his shoulder. Behind him is a dingy background of tubing and concrete, with a pair of crates that are branded LAB STORAGE in big stencil letters. A strange greenish glow illuminates the side of his face, and for some reason he looks a little... overwhelmed.]

Booster? Guys? I... I've got a favor to ask you. You don't happen to have, uh... any sort of proving grounds, or a simulation chamber or something over at JLS headquarters that you use for testing equipment or training, do you? If you do... 's there a chance I can borrow it for a few hours?

[Action, después de video call.]

[Those of you on your daily goings-on may notice a strange sight across the street from Justice League HQ. A Lab-branded van pulls in and as you watch a familiar young scientist hops out of the passenger side and hauls what looks like a large metal steamer-trunk out of the back, grunting with the effort. He then proceeds to lug the thing across the street towards the HQ, showcasing a spectacular mediocrity of muscle strength while doing so.]

Hnnngh, jeezus... should've just WORN the damn thing...

[Wouldn't you just love to know what the hell he's up to?]

[EDIT: Bonus Action, Inside JLS Headquarters.]

Alright. [Beyond the front offices, Gordon stretches and opens the case, extracting a heavy drape of armored plate and thick gray carbon fabric. He eyes it oddly and gives Booster an odd smirk.]

I'd say thanks for the chance to do this, but considering I pretty much came here to get the crap beat out of me that'd seem kind of stupid.

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[video]

[canthandleacape]

Uh, no, we don't have anything like that. Why, you remember something interesting?

[trustycrowbar]

It's not something I remember, but... it turns out the Lab team kept something of mine. For repairs, and probably to take advantage n' study the hell out of the tech, because I was unconscious and therefore unable to claim it when they found me.

[That tone is a smoldering cannon, and there's a sense that the explosive fallout of THAT projectile has already irradiated his withholding co-workers. He takes a second to get it under control, pinching the bridge of his nose.]

Just... here. Take a look.

[The camera whirls, and the source of the green glow is revealed. In a cobbled-together capsule of melded parts is a makeshift charging capsule surrounded my monitors, with a peculiar orange-and-grey suit inside.]

I'm told this is some kind of hazard protection suit, and that I showed up wearing it, but I don't remember anything about this.

[canthandleacape]

So you want to know how tough it is? Yeah, we might be able to help with that. Bring it on over, we'll have Tiger or Papillon punch you around a bit, see how it holds up. Not the most high-tech solution, but it beats taking it out untested.

[trustycrowbar]

[He winces internally at the thought of being a glorified punching bag. But ignoble as it sounds, it's a probably the safest option: nonlethal, controlled. He'd forego the whole damn thing and just run some stress tests in the Labs but the suit doesn't even seem to power on without someone inside it.]

...all right. Sure. I'll be there in a few hours.

[canthandleacape]

Lookin' forward to it.

[Does he... actually mean that? Or did he just say it without thinking? It is a mystery.]