The helmet was the best option for headgear, Miko had been told. It distorted the voice, covered the face, and cleared the vision. It was easier to fight when she had it on.
Case in point: her current battle with Shatter. He was faster than her, she admitted it. And his tech was really freaking good. He could do serious damage when he hit her. And he knew it.
"Come on, Commander," he taunted, "keep up! Are you losing your touch?"
Miko threw a car at him. "I sure hope not," she answered. The helmet detected an attack drone, and Miko flew out of the way of its gunfire. Right into a lightning bolt from Shatter.
The lightning bolt sent her into the ground, forming a crater. "Heh. Sucker," Shatter grinned. "You fall for that trick every time."
Miko hissed as she got back up. "My tech isn't as good as yours," she answered. "I never see it coming."
"That's what you get for not getting an upgrade," Shatter laughed. "I know you can afford one."
"I'm not as rich as you," reminded Miko. "Crime pays, apparently."
"It really does. Vandalism jobs especially." Shatter began a speech, and the second his guard was down, Miko sent a blast through his chest. "Alright, I admit that was a mistake."
"You always did talk too much," Miko commented.
"I understand why you don't. That voice makes you sound like the bad guy," taunted Shatter. "My job is done. See you next week, Commander."
Miko glared. "Wait-"
And as always, Shatter disrupted her helmet. No matter how many upgrades she made to it, he could always disrupt it. She had stopped at some point when this became clear. Dizzy and blinded, Miko fell to the ground and stumbled into an alley, where she got changed.
Then she got a call. "Miko, are you coming? You said you had a movie to show us," Bulkhead inquired.
"Yeah," came the answer. "I'm coming. Meet me at the gas station." Before heading down the street, Miko put her helmet into her bag and zipped it up.