Bruce and Shayera ran through the kitchen into the dining room. They needed to reach the billiard room. That was the closest entrance to the batcave. "Tell me you guys are in the cave," Bruce said into his commlink.
"Yeah," Jason responded, "where are you?"
"Is Alfred with you?" Bruce asked, completely ignoring the question.
"I am alright, Master Bruce," Alfred responded.
"We will be there shortly," Bruce said, slamming the doors of the billiard room behind him. He didn't bother locking the door as doing so would serve absolutely no purpose. Instead, Bruce ran to one of the racks holding the pool sticks. He grabbed the one in the middle, pulling the top half off, revealing a key. "I was expecting something way more cliché," Shayera said, "like a fake book on the shelf."
"No," Bruce said as he felt along the wall for a tiny crack. "Everyone does that. And this entrance isn't used ever. It…do you hear that?" Shayera listened. It sounded like – "Is that a motorcycle?" Shayera asked in confusion. As if he was answering her question, Lobo came crashing through the doors of the billiard room, revving his engine. "Missed me?" he asked with a loud, obnoxious laugh.
"You drove your bike in my house," Bruce stated in annoyance.
"It's not just any 'ol bike. Don't insult my Spacehog," Lobo sneered.
"Alfred is going to be so mad," Shayera muttered.
"We can do this the easy way or the hard way," Lobo began.
Shayera and Bruce stared blankly at him. "Wouldn't it have made sense to say that before you attacked us?" Shayera said.
Lobo opened his mouth, then closed it. "Just hand the bird-girl over," Lobo said, his patience wearing thin. Bruce didn't answer. He subtly slid the key into the crack causing the wall to open just enough for him and Shayera to slide through. He maneuvered Shayera in front of him. He didn't want Lobo to grab her with his thick, meaty hands. The two turned to slam the door shut, but Lobo stuck his arm through, preventing it from closing all of the way. Bruce took one of his batarangs out and began stabbing Lobo in the hand repeatedly, each jab successfully piercing through the skin. Eventually, Lobo snatched his hand back, and the wall/door slammed shut. Shayera slid down the wall, collapsing to the floor.
Bruce squatted in front of her. "Are you okay?" he asked, his eyes searching her face for any kind of injury.
"I'm okay," she said breathlessly. "Though I'm going to have a headache tomorrow," she said, rubbing the back of her head where she had been grabbed. Bruce opened his mouth to say something but a resounding bang coming from the other side of the wall shut him up. "Is he…?" Shayera's voice trailed off.
"He's ramming his bike into the wall. He's gonna break through." Bruce grabbed Shayera's hand, unknowingly, as they both ran down the steps leading to the batcave.
"My word, what's that sound?" Alfred greeted them over the sound of agitated bats.
"Lobo is trying to get through the wall," Bruce said as he calmly walked to what looked like a wooden wardrobe. He threw the doors opened, and Shayera stared in awe at the number of weapons Bruce had.
"Can he do that?" Jason asked. "It's possible to break-in through the walls?"
"In that specific spot, yes," Bruce said definitively. He grabbed a sword and tossed it to Shayera who caught it with ease. "Do you think this will work on Lobo?" she asked, staring at the metal with a doubtful expression.
"It was crafted with a mixture of promethium and radion. It'll pierce his chest. You don't have to worry about killing him. He can regenerate." Bruce grabbed a few hand grenades from a drawer, as the banging grew louder.
"You have actual, real hand grenades?" Jason asked. Bruce answered him with a look. "Did you know about this?" Jason whispered to Tim.
"Not at all," Tim responded.
"Focus," Bruce said as another banging noise echoed through the cave. The bats began flying around in irritation. Bruce then turned to Alfred. "You should barricade yourself in the- "
"I know," Alfred interrupted him, walking away at a brisk pace. "You do not have to tell me twice." A crack echoed throughout the cave. "Uh, Bruce," Jason said uneasily. "If you have a plan, now is the time to tell us."
"You two," he pointed at the two boys. "Get him off his bike."
"Then what?" Jason asked.
"He can't fight four of us at the same time," Bruce said handing each of them a grenade.
"You want us to kill him?" Tim asked.
"He can piece himself back together," Shayera said.
"Should we call Superman?" Tim asked again.
"He's busy," Bruce groaned. "Go," he pointed to the stairs as he led Shayera to a flat surface, where they would fight. Shayera and Bruce both got into their fighting stances - Shayera brandishing a sword, and Bruce wearing his knuckles and gauntlet blades.
A crack and a thud echoed through the cave, followed by the roar of a motorcycle engine. "He's inside," Shayera breathed. They heard Lobo's laughter over the roar of the engine as he came riding down the steps. But as soon as he hit the bottom step, he was airborne. Well, his body was. His bike slid to a halt along the cave floor.
As soon as Lobo landed, Shayera and Bruce wasted no time attacking him. Each blow was a shock to his system, as most weapons weren't dense enough to pierce his skin, but theirs were. This was new territory for Lobe. He wasn't used to feeling pain. Desperately, he reached to his side for his chain hook, but it was gone. His firearms were still on his bike…which was a good hundred feet from him. Well, he'd fought with his hands before. Why stop now? All he needed was to get the hawk girl, get the bike, and then he was outta here.
The four heroes backed away from him. Lobo had no idea where the other two came from, but he was tired of this. "Why can't you…" his voice trailed off, as a beeping sound reached his ear. He looked down at his waist to see several grenades and one of his own bombs strapped to his belt. His eyes widened. He looked up just in time to see the four heroes take cover. He opened his mouth to speak. "Oh, fu- "BOOM!
