"Huntress?" Oracle would have raised an eyebrow at that, were she capable, but instead the slight surprise in her tone sufficed -- as did the low humming noise that was something of a laugh. Go figure.

She stepped off of her own captive, giving him a quick shove of her boot to put him off-balance, and kept her gun on him as she addressed the one still standing. "Return what you stole," she said firmly. "I can't imagine it's enough to outweigh the cost of your lives."

There was an indignant sound from inside the shop that might have been the owner. The (would-be) robber nearest Oracle climbed clumsily to his feet, stared at the gun still pointed at him, and then with an angry huff--

--suddenly turned and bolted down the sidewalk, not bothering to try and gather the goods he'd dropped during his trip through the window. Eh, good enough.