... Well that was weird. Maybe he had ground support. Ask later.
"The file wasn't real clear," Robin muttered back, rounding a corner to the stairwell. "Any idea what kind of weird energy signature? Maybe it's masking--!!"
A sudden burst of static bit off the rest of his sentence and chewed it up into the air. For a completely disorienting two seconds there was nothing but bright grey-and-white rhythmic fuzz, roaring static into his ears and chasing out all thought. Suddenly he was falling, falling, and the rush of freefall snapped him back to himself just in time to grapple on to the nearest ... skyscraper?
"Nice digs for an indoor HQ!!" he exclaimed, swinging around the rapidly rising anchor point and trying hard to absorb the scenery. "Beetle!?" Boom, boom. His grapple line juddered and shook, throwing off the arc even as sonic waves rippled through the air, tossing him back and forth, driven by the spear swings of the giant purple robot as it attempted to skewer the wing he was still grappling off of.