It was as if time has slowed down. Robin was going through the motions. The white parts of his domino mask became small slits as he scrutinised the situation. Combat with Clark would be impossible without suffering injuries. Robin didn't really bothered about that. He had to save his family. He couldn't just sit by and watch his family die, again.
As fast as lightning, Robin armed himself with his combat staff and swinging it at the man that had just been pushed away from the dark knight. Time quickened again and Robin was blowing hits and blocking hits repeatedly. Superman was easily enough to block and avoid. Although he had brute strength, Robin had skill and agility. He was of course, taught by Batman. Furthermore, his acrobatic background had helped him massive. Robin was like a ninja, avoiding punches, sliding under the legs of the man-of-steel and attacking the man from the back.
However, as Robin tried to land another hit using his bo staff, Superman caught it by his right hand. His eyes were dangerously red. Robin could almost see fire in his eyes. Robin shivered and his heart continued beating in a fast manner. Robin's eyes widened in shock as Superman easily crushed part of the bo staff than was grasped in his hand. Robin was struggling against pulling back his staff from the man, however, was thrown off his balance and sent flying from the kick from Superman. Batman had already recovered from the hits from Clark and was running to the fight between the two. God, he was really frightened. Batman was not easily frightened. Sure, he had one or twice when Joker managed to get his hands on Robin. But Batman was never frightened until now. Although Superman has been mind-controlled a dozen times, it was nothing that Batman couldn't handle. Those days were before Dick joined the crime-fighting business. However, just looking at his small son trying to fend of the huge and muscular man, frightened him just as much. Oh how tiny he looked. As Batman was dashing towards the fight, Superman had thrown the boy off balance and sent flying. Batman was unable to move out of the way fast enough and the boy's body hit Batman. Batman wrapped his arms around the boy, trying to lessen the impact for the small boy as they well to the ground.
Dick's brain was beginning to feel hazy. Dick knew how strong Superman was, but being at the other end of it made him realise deeply about his brute strength. Dick thought that he would hit the cold hard floor, any second now. He felt an impact, but it was not hard and cold. Rather it felt warm and soft. When he opened his eyes again, he would see that he had hit Bruce and both of them had tumbled to the floor. His headache was beginning to get worse, his hearing because muffled and he could barely hear what Bruce was saying. It was a foggy mess. Ringing sound in his head. Only the word,"…Alfred".
Huh, Alfred? What about him? Where was he anyways? Robin's blurred vision ever slowly cleared. A pang of panic hit him when he had realised that Superman had changed targets, somehow knowing that Alfred was going to retrieve Kryptonite and call the league on the main Bat computer. Across the Batcave, Superman had already cornered poor Alfred to a cave wall. It was like a predator had caught its prey. Superman managed to land a few hits to the frail, old man. However, Alfred was not as helpless as imagined. He managed to dodge a few hits. Considering the amount of kidnappers that entered the mansion to kidnap Dick and the abundance amount of times that robbers tried to ransack the house, Alfred had learned to defend himself. But against Superman? No way, but his experience had earned him a few more minutes. Robin just wanted to get up, but his body was screaming in pain. His stitches that Alfred had done, had opened up. He knew that when he felt liquid seeping out and an all too familiar burning sensation. His ankle was worse for wear. That throw made his ankle swell up even more than before. He could barely breathe. Each time he did, there was this insane amount of pain. Did his ribs give out on him? Probably. Was it going to stop him from stopping Superman from hurting his family? Probably cursed under his breath. He had to think of something. Alfred was about to get killed by Uncle Clark and Batman is in no shape to be getting up anytime soon.
"Oh come on. Can't this day just end already," Robin muttered under his breath.
With the last ounce of strength he had, he stood up, left had on his knife wound. His equipped his grapple-gun with his right hand, shooting it at the cave wall above the 2 men. He allowed the grapple-gun to guide him through the air, towards the direction of Superman. Superman had his back on the young boy since he was focused on Alfred. Just as Robin's two feet hit the back of the red cape, Superman turned around and whacked Robin mid-air, causing the boy to change direction and to the right of the cave. Robin landed hard on the Bat-computer. Sparks flying everywhere as the impact cause a large dent in the Computer.
That must hurt more than the first time. Gosh, Robin would definitely feel that tomorrow morning.
Robin was successful to change Superman's target to him again. That was his initial plan, after all. Now what? He only angered the man-of-steel even more. In a split second decision, Robin kick forward one of the movable desk chairs beside the Bat-computer with his right leg. He then removed a few of his smoke pellets from his belt, quickly throwing it to the ground. Superman had used his eye beams to split the chair into two before it had knocked into him. It was a good distraction because when the man looked up, Robin was gone in the smoke. The smoke had moved around Superman, so he had a difficult time manoeuvring through. The boy managed to swing himself towards Alfred. The man was down and bruises covered his body, a bruised left eye too. Robin proceeded to pick up the man who was half conscious. He winced, it hurt to carry Alfred body weight when he was already placing his weight on his right leg. His legs were getting wobbly but he pursued on, knowing that the mini distraction would only last a minute or so. He needed to get Alfred out of the cave first. He was less capable of surviving Superman's wrath compared to Bruce and himself.
Luck was on their side as the zeta-tube in the Batcave was in close proximity from them. Robin was huffing and his legs felt like they could give up on him any moment now. With a bounce of energy, Robin pushed Alfred into the zeta-tubes. As Alfred disappeared, the zeta-tube calling out his departure, Robin prayed that either the JL or YJ teams would find him and eventually get reinforcements into the cave and subdue the rogue superhero. Hopefully.