Omi wanted to persist. That still didn't address the real problem. Batman and Robin, like Weiss, had a lot of enemies. The secret identities helped protect them, and that protection was something they could never get back, once it was exposed. But there was something else that stole his attention instead. He froze, at the mention of his boss and covering up and the police, suddenly unsure exactly how much information Robin already had on Weiss. And infinitely more nervous for that realization.

He should have realized it earlier given the stake-out. They'd been ambushed... they knew where they were striking and when. He just hadn't. Things had swiftly moved from one surprise to another and before any such reflection could take place, he was slung over Red Suit's shoulder trying to bargain with someone that, under any other circumstances, he'd probably have been downright honored to get to meet.

He didn't understand a word of the radio communication except 'Robin to Batman.' Realizing Robin was no longer paying attention and trying to draw Weiss to a rescue would more likely put them at greater risk of being captured with him, he let himself go limp in resignation, though the bitterness of giving up was plain across his face.

"Don't hit so hard that you miss the table," he mumbled.