Omi shuddered when the Bio-Ship appeared, color draining from his face as he realized that on top of Batman, Robin and Red Suit, the two girls were on board, too. Even if he hadn't been tied, even if he still had his weapons, five on one with Batman and Robin being two was impossible. His stomach hurt; he felt cold and horribly alone. And, under that, he recognized that he was afraid. Not for his life or his future, but for what they knew. What they might yet find out through him. And, most of all, what was to become of Kritiker, and the nameless innocents who would lose it as an ally against the city's monsters. What if it were dissolved? What if it was his fault?

He kept quiet and still, making no attempt to struggle or even meet the eyes of his captors while brought aboard. Half of it was despair, half a last-minute planning session for what, if anything, he could or should say. The ship was probably equipped with sound recording, and even if it wasn't, there were five witnesses. But he ought to try to find out what they knew already, while revealing as little as he could in return.

Yeah. That was a brilliant plan. Who do you think you're dealing with, Omi? It's Batman. And he's playing on home field now that you're on his ship. But there had to be something he could do...!

Then the chair appeared and Omi tensed, almost protesting but what good was that going to do? So instead, it was watching with dread as he was taken over and secured to it. He felt his breath quickening. He grit his teeth, bowed his head, focused on trying to control it. He felt claustrophobic. His memory flashed: kidnappers, tied up, gagged, leaning back against a wall as they reached...