There's something about trying to avoid a human shaped molotov cocktail that required a moment for recovery. As Ben rushed towards him, he flipped out of the way as only a cat could, clinging to a pipe about twelve feet off the ground with his hair standing on end. He really needed to pay more attention.

Now, having found his land legs again and witnessed this exchange between Slade, Bob and Helen, Slade was bailing, and he wanted nothing more than to chase him down.

And he would have pursued, were it not for a piece of the roof falling right in his path. And another at his side.

Okay. Nope. Gotta get out of here.

He leaps over the piece of debris and leapfrogs over a slade-bot incoming, landing a few yards away from Superman. A very non-super Superman.

Superman would feel himself being lifted as the kid ports under him, positioning him onto his back. He was smaller than probably necessary for this job, but strong enough to hold him.

Only problem was the fact that there were dozens of bots in the room now. Someone was gonna need to clear the path.