[ If Dick had known what she was thinking, he'd certainly have done his best to assure her that he'd be okay. Despite how terrible a threat Gothel is, Dick has survived far worse dangers - though he supposes he'd rather not admit that in light of what Rapunzel's lost. Who she's lost.

Dick also can't forget that anything could happen to him, despite his confidence. For all he's accomplished, all it would take is a punk with a gun getting lucky. ]

Here's your glass.

[ Dick even got himself a glass of his own, and he sits beside her. Though he's no mind reader, he sees that Rapunzel's admission still weighs heavily on her conscience. How could it not? ]

You know, Rapunzel... I've lost people, too. People I've loved and cherished.

[ He almost scoffs at himself. Had this been any other case, with any other person involved... Dick wouldn't be as poised to tell his life story. Yet here he is, with Rapunzel, who's different somehow. Different because the circumstances have called for it, and the League's involvement has made this bigger than any case in Gotham. ]

It's the main reason I do this.

Not just to prevent others from getting hurt, but to exact justice for those who've been hurt.

[ Might as well take a sip of that water, which he does. ]

I have leads on Ra's. They've fled to new whereabouts.

He usually comes to my doorstep, but now I'll be coming to his.