[ His ears are ringing, nasty and loud, but disorientation is brief, thanks to experience. He's suffered more than a few explosions in his time; the novelty has long since worn off. He breaths in dust and heat, coughing roughly as he pushes himself up on an elbow, head turning to assess the situation.
(Robin is, momentarily, relieved from the weight pinning him down.)
Richard: conscious, relatively undamaged.
The ground around them is scorched, hordes knocked over like bowling pins, charred and smashed. One problem taken care of.
It's the other problem rapidly closing in on them that's the real trouble.
(He hates the gods of Apokolips.)
There's a faint stinging on his back, but it's easy enough to ignore in favor of heaving himself to his feet, dragging Dick up with him and ushering the boy, urgently, towards the entry point. No time to even check for wounds. ]
Run, Robin, go, go!
[ Batman is bleeding into his voice, asking for no argument. He knows who's coming after them, knows how trigger-happy Kalibak is. Knows things just went from bad to worst. ]
Soon as you're through, tell Alfred to shut it down!
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(Robin is, momentarily, relieved from the weight pinning him down.)
Richard: conscious, relatively undamaged.
The ground around them is scorched, hordes knocked over like bowling pins, charred and smashed. One problem taken care of.
It's the other problem rapidly closing in on them that's the real trouble.
(He hates the gods of Apokolips.)
There's a faint stinging on his back, but it's easy enough to ignore in favor of heaving himself to his feet, dragging Dick up with him and ushering the boy, urgently, towards the entry point. No time to even check for wounds. ]
Run, Robin, go, go!
[ Batman is bleeding into his voice, asking for no argument. He knows who's coming after them, knows how trigger-happy Kalibak is. Knows things just went from bad to worst. ]
Soon as you're through, tell Alfred to shut it down!