Dinah nodded as if that settled it in her mind, "Then we need to bring Scarecrow in." If lives hadn't been on the line before- they certainly were now.
She turned her attention over to Batman, crossing her arms over her chest, "Scarecrow had some skill in martial arts-- nothing particularly notable, but enough to get in a few lucky shots. Aside from the spray can-" which she now knew was Fear Toxin; though whether or not it was lethal remained to be seen, "-he was carrying a pair of sickles. I counted eleven thugs, all armed with automatics, including a big guy who should be sporting a sore nose for a couple more days." She said, giving Batman the lowdown of the potential dangers they could encounter, and not looking in Gordon's direction when she talked about it.
That was too much like detailing to your own dad exactly what kind of dangers you put yourself in on a regular basis-- and Larry Lance had never taken too kindly to anyone putting his daughter in danger.