"Put your weapons down," Dick warned, eyeing you up and down as you clutched the bag of money to your chest. "And drop the money, I'm not letting you get away again."

In truth with a few sweet words you'd probably get out of this with the money. Something about you just made him fold. Dick needed to get over himself... but he doubted it would happen anytime soon. But you were a criminal, he should hate you. Bruce had already been on his ass about it.