Robin's head began to pound the instant he opened his eyes. There was a brief shimmer by the counter and then a crunch, he heard Dark scream. Robin bit his tongue and stood up orienting himself as quickly as he could but defeating the purpose in the process. Slade stood up in the corner and swaggered slowly. Dark, who had been held up by the collar was dropped and his head hit the floor. Robin's head spun with the noise.
The pounding continued.
Robin saw the exit down a flight of stairs and started to make a made dash for it before realizing, Dark was a sitting duck. In two swift movements Robin hurled Dark down the stairs, praying to god that he didn't die in the process. Robin jumped after Dark and landed smoothly on the lowest floor and throwing the door open. Dark was dragged out onto the thick snow where Robin caught his breath. Robin rested his hands on his knees panting. He bent over and looked down at Dark. His hand had been torn off by some great force, and the skin and muscle hung limply by the severed wrist. Robin's eyes followed the trail of blood form Dark's arm, across the snow, and into the pitch black air of the tower and its open door, begging someone to walk inside and die.
Robin's ears perked up as a crash from within the tower smashed a window. Slade yelled out from above in an untranslatable slur. Slade was near the edge now when he slipped and fell from the ten stories up. Robin's eyes widened and Slade hit the snow with a deafening snap. Robin smelled the foul air.
The cold seared his lungs. Robin slowly and cautiously crept over to the buried body. The snow had covered it but left and outline of his figure. Robin brushed the snow away from Slade's torso. He reached for the hidden mask and when he brushed away the snow, a man with a white beard and crimson eyes looked back at him.
"Hello Robin. I harder to kill than all that aren't I. What a pity," He mumbled before sending Robin too his knees in pain. Robin doubled over, guarding his bruised ego and manhood.
Slade rose and kicked him around a few times before turning to Dark and tossing him his hand.
Robin groaned and spat blood from between his teeth. He bled and cried. He had failed again, he needed help. A continent away, Raven knew that, but she was in a self induced coma due to a flaw in her powers. Robin would have to live to fight another day.
Robin, mustering up all he could, stood to his feet and swung a foot into Slade's back; Slade hit the snow face first, and lay there.
Robin grabbed Dark and struggled to get to the garage, there getting into the first car he could. Cyborg had taken the T-car Robin would have to take whatever else was there. Shortly they took off. The car sped down the thruway, wreaking havoc in its wake, a desperate attempt to find his team.
It was at that point that Robin saw Slade in the rearview mirror. Robin cursed at Slade pulled a gun and blew out Robin's tires. The car swerved and flipped over leaving scattered debris everywhere. The car was totaled. Slade drove straight into the wreckage, both cars began to burn. Slade bled from the nose, bled from the mouth, bled from the head, and laughed.