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||Pod Release Protocols Initating,|| Stacy's familiar voice sounded out to all the podmates.

In the Pod Caverns, there were the sounds of: Pop. Pop pop pop. Poppuhpoppoppop. KASCHUNKhiiiiiiiissssss.

There was condensation and mist spraying out from cracks in the pods, as the people inside slid out onto the floors, covered in slime.

Pop. Poppop. KASCHUNKhiiiiiissss.

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Tim reached reflexively toward Bart--long used to trying to stop his friend from making rash decisions. "No--wait--"

Simultaneously, Kon (also used to trying to stop Bart from being stupid) instinctively reached out. "Bart, you idiot, don't--"

But he was a speedster.

But it was too late. Bart had stepped into the center of the room and the vines had grabbed a hold of him.

Second thoughts, Bart? No.. No not really. He gasped slightly as the vines snatched him up, and by reflex, attempted to vibrate his molo- He's not really having alot of good luck with that.

Oooops.

Okay so he could neither put obvious clues together to tell him that if he stepped into the middle of the room the vines would do what they're doing. "Okay Leggo!" He yelled.

Poor kid making a fuss for nothing, probably.

Tim's eyes widened almost comically as he watch Bart get snatched up by the vines. He reached reflexively toward his belt for a batarang... and hit skin. He was still naked. He glanced over at Kon. "Can you help him?"

"Kind of! Trying!"

When he looked over at Kon, he'd see that he, too, was tangled in the vines. Because as soon as they'd grabbed Bart, he'd reached forward and gotten tangled himself.

But even as he ripped down down from the ceiling, they unfurled into a leafy, plantlike substance, that started to wrap around him.

"Bart!" he barked. "If I get eaten by a man-eating hyacinth because of trying to help you, you're gonna regret it."

But his worries were unfounded, as he and Bart were unceremoniously dumped to the floor, now wearing veiny jumpsuits. Bart's even had a sort of cowl--though his hair was free to bush out at the top--and goggles.

Bart was on his feet in a second, gazing up at the ceiling where the vines had grabbed him, then down at himself at the skintight outfit that was strangely remniscent to his Impulse uniform. "Didn't see that coming." he said. Then, looking to tim and gesturing to the vines, clothing chamber, right?

Whether what they were wearing counted as clothing? Another story for another day.

Tim eyed the vines and the jumpsuits his friends were now wearing. "Is this seriously the only clothing option?" he asked skeptically. "Because I think I'd prefer jeans." Or his Robin suit.

He made a face and stepped forward, bracing himself for the "attack" that had clothed Bart and Kon. This was going to feel so weird...

Yeah. Yeah, it totally did.

But by the end, he was clothed, in a similar jumpsuit to his friends.

Kon was looking down at his chest, poking at it.

It was...missing something. He wore plainclothes, but his plainclothes were the costume. His real clothes always, always had a little something important in the chestal area, a certain letter...

He poked at his chest and pulled a face. "I still feel naked."

"Paint?" Bart suggested, adjusting the cowl and goggles over his forehead and eyes. It was pretty suh-lick, in a really really odd sorta way. "So what now?"

||Now proceed to the Weapons and Possessions Lockers.||

The lights appeared in the floor again, leading to a little hallway.

"Goodie," Tim muttered, trying not to flinch away from the weird, feeling of being completely clothed in something with its own pulse. "More phosphorescent acne to follow."

Still--weapons and possessions sounded promising. Maybe that meant Robin gear.

The lights! NEXT Thing gotta go NOW. Bart made would kill no more time waiting for them as he zipped to the next destination. He wanted to know what he was getting. What was his possession? Was it anything? It was like Christmas.

"Bart! Would you--" A sigh. "I forgot he used to be even WORSE than he is now."

Kon flew after him, trying to catch up, and then suddenly stopped.

"Whoa."

There was a HUGE cavernous room with lights and tunnels all over it.

Bart appeared to be standing out on nothing in the middle of it.

Tim followed them at a more reasonable pace, trusting that Kon would--probably--keep Bart from getting into too much trouble. This place was just getting weirder and weirder, and it seemed to be alive and watching them. He had the sudden thought that this must be what it was like for other people when Batman was around--always feeling watched.

He stopped dead at the edge of the large room and gave out a low whistle. "What the..."

At first there was one of those cartoon moments when Wile E Coyote realizes he's standing on nothing, but he didn't fall. He skidded to a stop and looked down, at Kon, then down again. Then slight panic as he darted back for the others.

It was Kon who went forward this time, slowly lowering himself to the invisible "floor," and testing it with his feet, walking out onto it, figuring if it suddenly disappeared, he could just fly.

"Think it's some kinda forcefield..."

When he was out near the center, he suddenly lurched.

Then started floating upwards....

"Uh...I'm not actually flying right now, guys..."

"Elevator force field?" Bart suggested.

Tim looked on with alarm. "That's... really unsettling, actually." He started easing his way across the invisible floor toward Kon. He really hoped it didn't disappear. Otherwise... he was pretty screwed. Still, if there was an "elevator," then it must be meant for people who didn't naturally fly.

Maybe he wouldn't fall, then.

He wouldn't fall. The invisible elevator started lifting him, too, bumping him up to Kon's level. And it would lift Bart if he stepped on.

In a mere blip of a second, Bart was there too, standing just below them and like the others, rising to meet them. He waved, looking up above them.

Grinning, Kon hummed a note. Then another note. Then three more, one at a time.

Then he put them all together (http://www.afcsat.com/mid/Dialog.mid) into the Close Encounters theme.

"What?"

Tim snickered a little at the sound of the greeting from Close Encounters. "And you say I'm a geek." He waved down at Bart.

"That one was programmed in, okay? Along with all the Star Trek. The Cadmus goons that decided what I should go into the world knowin' were nerds..."