"She calls me cocky," remarked Dick to one of the prone baddies. Or supine, rather. He was supine. "Oh, you're unconscious." Dick called the cops and left an address for a lot of gang members who were currently looking for a lot of arrests.
"Come on, the cops are on their way." Dick wasn't rushing her in the hopes that she would stop talking about his humiliating defeat and crushed spirit. Not at all.