Dick wasn't adverse to playing rough. He wouldn't kill, but roughing up? Sure. Right now though he wished he'd never wished for entertainment. He wished he would have gone back to his apartment and just got some real sleep. Next time he was taking Xander's advice and just taking an early night. His hand gripped on the illusions collar and he stared at him with a seething hatred. If looks could kill. "The truth. "He stated as he thrust the poor fake person against the brick wall not to far behind them. Just slightly off his feet. Rule by intimidation and fear..no that was Batman. That was Bruce. He promised himself he would never go down that path. He took a short breath and lowered him down to his feet, though he still kept a firm hold on him. "Yeah, right." He ran scenarios through mentally. "Trickster." He scowled and finally let the fake thug down to his feet to join his unconscious friends.
Behind his new cowl his eyes narrowed dangerously. Searching rooftops and fire escapes, any other dark corner he could find for off shapes or movement. Unfortunately Trickster was too well hidden for him to spot, and his hand balled into a tight fist. This was the last thing he wanted. Batman was everything he ever tried to escape. Grabbing his grappling hook he tossed it up at the nearest building and pulled himself upward and out. He barely remembered to tip off the cops.