The outer shell was tough, but not tough enough to withstand a beating from the Man of Steel. The robot swayed as it was punched, Superman's eyes scanning inside, or trying to. Lead lined. That was deliberate.
He was almost startled when the red and gold blur blurred by, but he caught what was said. "Thanks!" he shouted in the direction it had blurred off to. Good, backup was always helpful.
And then a voice echoed in his mind, jarring him enough to make him drop a few feet out of the air. ".... Miss Martian, hello, glad to have you with us. Be careful, they're rather stro--"his words were cut off with a grunt as a large robotic arm slammed into his solar plexus, with enough force to send him flying back. "I see Toyman upgraded you guys since last time, huh?"
And he hurtled back towards it, catching the sounds of a familiar reporter and her photographer, along with a disgruntled sounding Batman, and finally, the sound of what sounded like a large helicopter en route.
"Disarm them," he said right before his fist caught another robotic arm, blocking it from hitting him again, and twisting it like rubber. "I can't see if there's someone in there, and it's better to be safe than sorry." He hoped that this Miss Martian's trick was working, or else he'd feel rather silly just talking to himself.