After Robin left, Omi curled his knees up and put his head down. There was nothing left. He couldn't escape. He couldn't kill himself. He couldn't just avoid contact with all of them. He couldn't work with them. And he definitely couldn't expect any sort of rescue. Not that he doubted his friends would want to, but going up against the Justice League? They made Schwarz look like a group of grade school bullies.

No, Omi was trapped. The most he could hope for now was to keep his big mouth shut. They weren't interested in anything more than extracting as much information from him as they could to shut down Kritiker. He couldn't let that happen.

When he heard the door, Omi didn't move more than lifting his head enough to see who it was. He said nothing, and kept his body closed off, his gaze hostile and distrustful. He wasn't stupid enough to try to attack, but he didn't want Batman getting too close either. Or any ideas that his company might be welcome.