Eventually the crowds of media wild ebb and he could manage to fly off.

"𝘾𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙧𝙨..." he snarled to himself as he was up in the air, flying back toward his penthouse. His thoughts on the speedster he'd let go. He's sure there would be a reprimand from those that watched him closest. And he didn't care. He was used to scolding and whatever bullshit that they'd have him do now to make amends.