Robin & Much
That was an answer that left a smirk on Much's lips. He didn't entertain brutality often, but that side of him came out during missions like these. The find and protect, the part that frothed at the mouth when someone hurt his people.
King was such a good boy but Much had some bite to him.
When Jason's countdown was over, there wasn't any hesitation as he followed Robin into the room. As soon as he saw the lackey his muscles coiled, then soon impotently paused when Robin already got to him first. A spark of pride at how fluidly Robin did that filled his chest.
"Roger." Much nodded, moving toward the door. Quickly, he poked his head out to get his bearings and found himself fortunate that two gruff looking men had their back to him. It allowed him to duck down and hide behind a couch while he waited for fortune to smile on him as one of them gave a grunt and walked away frustrated.
He didn't need to look back to know Robin would be behind him soon, but that didn't stop him from sneaking up behind the man still there. His muscled arm pressed against his neck to choke the air from him until he dropped to the floor.
That guy was going to wake up with one hell of a headache.