Omi managed to stay silent at the continued press for why he cared about the kidnapping or what Batman might know of it. It was easy to avoid, to ignore, questions and statements about him.

Statements about people he loved, however, would get him every time.

He noticed the shift in tone and though he still kept his head turned, he did listen more attentively. For Robin to have told Batman what happened, that could only mean Batman knew that Omi was aware of his real identity. And the sheer finality of that statement-- if you know, then you know-- sounded like Omi must value their secret identities more than they did. That couldn't be true...

But then the conversation shifted again, to his mother. To his father. To Shuuichi. Omi's eyes grew wide with shock at the theory that was so wildly, insultingly wrong, and before he knew what he was doing, he'd snapped his head up to eye contact.

"He didn't do either of those--!" Shit.

The sentence broke off. Omi grit his teeth, and turned his head again.

"He wasn't the kidnapper..."