I've never held someone hostage before (TNT only)

Lizard’s stomach rumbled. He sighed. It had been a while sense he had eaten, and what he had eaten hadn’t been much. He walked down the crowded street in his black attire. His hoodie was black, as well as his shoes, pants, gloves, and bandana that he wore as a mask so that all someone would be able to see was his eyes and temples. For this reason, he kept his head low enough so that the shadow put off by his hood covered the open area. His eyes were red slits. The “whites” of his eyes weren’t white, but green. His skin was green and covered in scales. His tale was tucked into his hoodie along his spine, so that to someone observant enough to see it would most likely think that his spine was abnormal.
He reached into his pocket. He pulled out his change and counted seven cents. He pondered what he could do with seven cents. With a sigh, Lizard stuffed the change into his black athletic pants. I could use some money, he thought. Then he heard a loud explosion. People screamed and ran in different directions. Not Lizard though. It made him curious, and alarms meant something valuable was in jeopardy of being taken or harmed. Normally, he would venture to the area to see if anyone needed saving. This time, hunger and poverty urged him to take what he could so he could survive comfortably to see another day.
It wasn’t long before he saw a giant hole in a wall. It was crude, but effective none the less. He calmly walked over to the hole and peered inside. He saw a man holding a gun to another man’s head. He looked around the room. It appeared to be a bank, and the man with the gun appeared to have nobody helping him.
Lizard took a brief second to think. If he didn’t make a grand, impressive entrance, the man may just view him as a common street thug and try to shoot him. Now, he was confident in his ability to avoid a bullet or even take one, but it wasn’t optimal. So he punched the wall next to the hole. The brick went flying inwards crashing onto the floor and desks near the robber. Relaxed, he would step into the room, ready for a response from the man.

(Sorry about the shortness, homework.)
“I’m no hero. Just a being in need of some money.” Slowly, Lizard observed the area around him. The people around him looked terrified. There was an employee behind a counter, hurriedly stuffing money into a bag. Slowly, he looked down at a woman near him, curled up in the fetal position, leaning against a table. With all of his speed, and trust me when I say he possessed plenty of speed, he side kicked the desk. The desk itself shattered as it flew out of the opening left by the bomb. The woman’s head hit the floor, but not very heard. At the very least, all it would do would be annoying to her, that is, if adrenalin wasn’t all ready taking over her system. “Well what are you waiting for?! Go help fill that bag with money! Go!” Lizard yelled this at the woman as if it was her duty to assist the woman behind the counter.
Lizard then turned his attention towards the original robber. “Do you have an escape plan?” he asked. “If not, I can easily outrun the police, helicopter or not. You could hold the money and I can carry you on my back.” Lizard didn’t wait for a response. He bolted for the counter at about thirty miles per hour and kong dived over it, purposely leaving a dent in the floor when he landed. “Hurry up with that money!” The women screamed and began stuffing in money faster.