The man stepped back and viewed the damage he had done. It would do for now, and at least stop Batman from following them while they got the rest of the preparations done. Pivoting on his right heel, he strolled out of the room- smoke and fire splaying on the walls behind him.
"Do you smell... smoke?" Robin asked uncertainly, turning his head towards the door.
Batman lifted his head to the air and sniffed, an action that looked completely out of character for Bruce. "Yes."
"So, what's the plan? Are we going to get out of here or are we going to burn alive?"
Robin swung back around to face him but saw that Batman was nowhere in sight. "Could you just respond for once!" he sighed while running a hand through his hair, and running to catch up.
Robin eventually found Batman in the front room and stood behind the dark shadow of his mentor. Flames were engulfing the main entrance, its colors dancing as it spread across the ground toward them. Batman turned in one swift movement and walked leisurely back the way they had come. "Cover your face with your cape and don't inhale anything. There should be one other door they used to use for loading storage material, near the back."
"Okay. But don't you think we should hurry?" Robin asked, looking straight forward while they walked through each turn of the halls.
When he received no reply, he looked to his left and realized that his adoptive father had disappeared. No surprise there.
The duo met up again at the opposite end of the building after running through many twists and turns, all the while trying to avoid the smoke overhead. The smoke that was currently covering the ceiling of the room they were in. The garage door before them hadn't been used in a long time, and they could only pray that it would still open.
The younger of the two ran forward to examine the closed lock on the left side of the room. The lock was rusted in place. Robin tried pulling on it, but it wouldn't budge.
He checked his yellow utility belt to see if he had any explosive disks. He did, but he only had two, and Batman had none. They would have to use them sparingly. Robin handed one him and held the other in his right hand.
They both stepped back as much as they could, but slightly less than they needed. The wall behind them was on fire, after all. Batman lined up his aim at the door and silently counted to three in his head. 1...2...3!
The explosion was huge, and was far larger than it should have been. Batman had managed to cover himself from it in time (thanks to his handy-dandy cape) but Robin wasn't so lucky. The small teen was pressed up against the wall on his left, out cold. When the explosives had gone off, he had been a little bit too close. Fire was inching towards him by the second, and the impact between him and the ground had caused blood to ooze out of the back of his head and his temple.
Oh shit.