Omi caught a few of the words his carrier answered with, but not enough to make sense of the reply, and certainly not enough for any of his panic to subside. Captured. Worse, by a famous crimefighter. What was he going to do? He couldn't kick, couldn't hit, could barely even move. He couldn't even kill himself to protect Kritiker's secrets. Omi had not realized that Robin got the same psychic experience of his life that he had gotten of Robin's... Dick Grayson's.

Omi stopped and reconsidered that little thought. Robin's real world identity was secret. Batman's, too-- and understandably so. If that was really who they were, maybe he could use that. He could never actually blab such dangerous information, but if they thought he might...

Speak of the devil. There came Robin down a tree, and Omi fared a little better with what he said. 'Knows who I am.' They seemed to be talking about him, though how Robin already knew that was baffling. Schuldig must have made sure he knew.

The rest of the conversation was difficult to follow. Omi thought for a moment, and tried to recall what he'd learned in English classes. Clumsily, he ventured in English.

"What... you doing with me?"