Robin managed to knock down one of the men struggling to get back to his feet before backing out of the room, sliding against the wall once he was out of firing range. The hallway offered momentary protection, but the few that hadn't been knocked unconscious probably wouldn't remain dazed for long and the last thing they needed was to be pursued - especially if they realized Corbinian had their briefcase. Robin thought smoking the place out was a good enough way to cause a distraction, but Pepper stepped into the line of fire and snapped pictures before he could say anything in protest. Based on the masked man's appearance he figured he might be the criminal they called the Penguin, which made it all the more frustrating that he'd gotten away - but there was always next time, and for now he could be content enough to know that they'd interrupted whatever deal he had planned for tonight.
He moved as soon as he ensured everyone else was doing the same thing, sprinting down the hallway and bursting through the back doors. "Everyone can get home okay from here?" He still spoke into the communicator, even as he grappled onto a window ledge of the adjacent building and pulled himself up. Once he was sure the others were far enough away to be safe, he planned on dropping the police a quick call to handle the aftermath before heading off himself.