Red Robin lets Mia come to him. He has to time this properly, or he's going to be dead whether he wants to or not. He keeps his hands down at his side, reaching fractionally close to his utility belt for the items he's seeking.
He flicks a switch, arming each of the miniature grenades, three in all, to detonate in ten eight seconds.
"Just...make it quick, Mia." Tim implores.
When she's close enough, Red Robin slips one of the grenades onto her belt, and tosses the other two at her feet, then turns and runs for the edge of the building.
He already knows he won't escape the blast radius, but hopefully, she won't either.
I'm sorry, Mia.
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