Jeremy had been engrossed in the planning before he realized Bolt was gone, by the time he had figured it out the others had begun panicking. He couldn't help but understand Bolt's eagerness to get things started, but he was apprehensive about going in alone. Even as reckless and ballsy as he was, even Jeremy had the common sense to rely on his team. Jeremy's pained expression showed his fear of what might happen next plainly. If two members of the team were to die in such a short time frame it likely meant the end of things. Without this small squad and with the Robins disbanded, what hope did Gotham even have? Jeremy's brooding thoughts were cut off when the shadows of the room began to dance and swirl, hastily engulfing them. Not fully comprehending everyone's abilities a twinge of concern filled his already growing anxiousness but in a sudden blink of an eye, he found himself hit by the cool breeze of the night and the distant sounds of cars alerting him to the change in scenery. It was pitch black here, and as Jeremy's eyes began to adjust, even with his poor night vision he could vaguely make out the blimp Station, or at least that was what he assumed it to be. Looking to his side he saw that Tia had fallen, likely from an exertion of her powers. He had never seen her do anything like this before, it was news to him at all that she could even attempt to teleport this many people. It was a miracle at all that she was still breathing which he faintly saw her doing in Zen's hands. 

Monolith was quick to seize the opportunity, and if the frenzied Bolt or their sudden appearance at the station didn't already tip off the cyborg of their presence then the rapid explosions and yelling from the powerhouse certainly did. Wireframe came in after him, a foolhardy decision but even with Monolith's impressive strength he would need all the help he could get in a straight-up fight. Unfortunately, Jeremy had not been given the time to grab his bat, and with a gun in play, he wasn't going to go charging in himself.
"Guns blazing, not my first choice but always more exciting" He chided as the two of them rushed in.

Looking around he spotted his own entrance: an air vent on the side of the roof. With the power off, the fans would not be controlling his movements and so Jeremy, wordlessly, began to form into a purple mist and slowly made his way to these vents, hoping he could find an exit into the room where the battle would take place.