Aya and Batman seemed to have reached... some kind of understanding, though Omi didn't think either one of them was very happy. The redhead told him to hold on to him, and, once he did, Aya scaled down the window with the grappling hook line.

"You should have just killed me if the rescue was too risky!" He hissed. At least that wouldn't have gotten them into so much hot water with the Justice League.

"We're not here on a mission, Omi. We came to get you before it became one."

Well that... Omi frowned tightly, because he didn't want to show how much that meant to him in that moment.

"What was with the sword at my throat then?"

For a moment, he felt a hitch in their descent. And then, without a single word of answer, Aya simply kept gliding down the line. Omi realized he wasn't going to get an answer, and with a huffed sigh let it go.

They touched bottom. Omi let go of his hold around him, marveling for a second at the feel of the ground-- not a building floor but actual ground-- under his feet again. He was actually out. And it was so strange, because he'd been afraid to go two minutes ago, and now that he was outside the building... well. As long as his team was here anyway, whether he stayed or left with them wouldn't change whether they were tracked. And he could go back if he really did change his mind.

"The car is this way," Aya said with a tip of his head. Omi nodded, but piped up just as Aya started to run.

"Aya-kun...!" The redhead looked over his shoulder. Omi wrestled for a moment. Finally, he looked him in the eyes and smiled in appreciation.

"Thank you."

They ran together for the car.