Something grabs onto his hand and, before there's any chance to signal readiness, Robin's getting pulled up through the ground quickly and steadily - someone's strong, because that's not an easy feat to pull off. Alien, metahuman, mutant, android ... not baseline human though.

He's relieved to be out, though, and so he tries to hide how he's checking the motion of his shoulder. It's never fun to be towed around by just an arm, but he will absolutely not complain. His shoulder will be fine; it's not like it's dislocated, only sore. "I'm a lot better now."

Tim reaches up and brushes dirt out of his hair, then face, working his way down. He's not going to be clean, but he can stop inhaling muck. "Thanks, uh?"