Robbie had stopped because he's played this game before, coaxing a skittish animal to him. He didn't want to get too close too soon and send it fleeing in the other direction. Granted, it's usually his cat, but he had been operating under the common knowledge that rabbits startle easily.

When the bunny hops tentatively, in his eyes, towards him, Robbie is quite pleased with himself. That's it, he thinks, ca. One more hop, just like that, and he can scoop the critter up.

And then it speaks, and it's so startling that Robbie doesn't register what the words. He only has time to accept that, holy shit, it's a talking rabbit, before it lunges at him.

Robbie throws an arm up, and it's barely in time to meet the rabbit's mouth. He can feel it clamp down on his forearm. "What the - ow!"

It isn't that puncture wounds are unfamiliar, but the weight of the rabbit on his arm, the slice of claws on his thigh, and the surprised of suddenly finding himself knocked back onto his butt - yes, it combined into an ow.

He doesn't think of it in terms of fighting a rabbit; it's too ridiculous to entertain yet. Robbie processes it in terms of getting it off, and, so, he swings his arm with the attached varmint towards a wall, with considerably less gusto than he would any other supervillain. It's someone's pet. Someone's... talking... attack... pet. "You better not have rabies!"