Batman heaves himself across one of the recently opened caverns, the sickly green acid bubbling gently to itself. He doesn't need no flying dragons, honest.

In the meantime, he offers Allen a set of open arms to grab onto if the jump turns out to be a little too far for him.

"We need to get to the projectors," he observes, mid-jump, "If we don't, even the flyers are dead."

Because it's not like holes in the floor are the worst Hal can do to them.