Knowing people could be wounded and killed, Dick held onto the rifle. Bruce hated guns, and truthfully so did he, but he was a crack shot.
A few moments of terror and a few well placed shots to the legs of six of the men responsible for the heist, and Dick dropped the rifle onto a craps table, moving about to knock each of them unconscious in turn. For a moment, he thought he heard his name shouted, but in the chaos it was missed. Most people still had their heads lowered and none dared look at what was going on, so Dick avoided, largely, any questions as to how he'd managed to do what he did.
Circling back up to the deck to check on any other possible threats, he slid to a stop when he faced the two men holding Harley hostage. One had his hand up against her neck, the other a gun leveled at Grayson. Why had he dropped the gun? Not that it would have helped in this situation, not with her held at gunpoint by two prepared man.
"Take what you want," he said, "don't hurt her."
"What we want is you, rich boy. Wayne kid plays cops and robbers and pisses off the wrong people. The loot's just a bonus."
Dick scowled. This was about him? He took a few steps up to the edge of the ship, looking for anything he could use. But nothing. No rope, no loose items. Just him in a swimsuit and two armed men threatening the girl he was about to confess his love to. "I understand," he said heavily. "Let her go and you can have me."
The one with the gun leveled at Dick laughed. "You hear that, Sam? Man thinks he's a hostage." That voice.
"Finish this, 'Berto." The other was impatient. 'Berto? Roberto Scalpini? Dick knew that name. He worked for Tony Zucco as an enforcer.
'Berto saw the look of recognition in Grayson's eyes. "Yeah, that's right. You probably saw me before. I was there when Zucco aced your parents, kid. Looks like I get to finish the j-"
Fury fell on Dick's face, a rage and surge of adrenaline that sent the boat spinning. He cleared the distance in less than a second, jumping and kicking into the man's chest with both knees and grabbing his gun. Dick swung the gun around and hit the other man in the head. The man lost his grip on Harley, and she tumbled away. Dick turned all of his attention on Scalpini, his fists breaking bone with every strike, his own knuckles turning sore and red as skin ripped off and blood pooled into them.
Dick had forgotten the other man, and now that man had a gun leveled at his back. 'Sam' pulled the hammer back on his pistol and leveled it, his finger squeezing on the trigger.