Falcone's guys. [ It kind of gets blurted out, like he didn't mean for it to come out at all, but -- god damn his life. ] What do you care anyway, lady? I give 'em ten hours tops before Batman sinks his claws in, those guys are toast. [ Especially since Dick hooked the getaway vehicle up with a GPS tracker ... sacrificing the battle to win the war. One of many lessons he was still working on understanding. ]