"You, after the other two!" Gisborne shouted to his partner. They'd been in the car just a few streets away, hitting the jewelry store not long after those security alarms went off. Gisborne took after the one down the ally. "There's nowhere to run!" He kicked one of those trashcans out of his way as he approached. He pushed the perpetrator to the ground, his foot against his back and squishing his chest into the pavement. "Put your hands behind you," He grabbed one arm then the other to put into a pair of cuffs. If this guy got defensive and tried anything he'd shove him again.
Gisborne narrowed his eyes as he looked this one over. He seemed familiar, but he couldn't quite place him. He couldn't be one of Robin's could he? With the way they were popping up all over New York, Gisborne wouldn't be surprised if they were all there ready to jump out of the bushes like a plague of rats to be exterminated.