Omi had had enough of talking with Batman. Nothing good was going to come of it for him or for Weiss, and it was taxing besides on a number of levels. The less he said, the better-- period.

That went double for an answer that could implicate, as was the case for Batman's proclamation of his identity. Any acknowledgement, even one that only affirmed the first half of what he said, could be extended as acknowledgement of both. Any denial could be used to frame him as an unreliable witness, and that would kill whatever worth his word had at this point. Non-response was the only safe choice.

He sloughed away from the wall to lie on the floor, knees half-curled in front of him and defeat across his face.

"I invoke my right to remain silent for the rest of the journey. I'm tired..."

And depressed, and ashamed, and lonely.