Written for anonymous – "Inspired by how Tim gathered his small army of friends to take on his grandfather's assassins in the Red Robin arc, Damian has called in his own army of "friends" to help fight Leviathan, unbeknownst to Talia and the Batclan. Think Colin, Supergirl, Stephanie, Helena, pretty much everyone Damian's worked with in canon."
Nightwing is down. Red Robin is down. Red Hood—no, he's Wingman today—has been captured by the enemy, and Batman has been waylaid.
Damian is completely alone.
Except Robin is never alone.
Costumed superheroes and civilians alike will always come to the littlest Bat's aid. This was true for Grayson and the Teen Titans, for Todd and the Outlaws, still true for Drake and the Titans, while even Brown could count on the other Batgirls and a few trusted friends. Today will prove to Mother and the Batclan alike that the phenomenon applies to Damian as well.
His double raises a sword, and finds his arm trapped in a fist as strong as his own. Colin … Abuse towers above the small superhero as a match in size for the Heretic before them. Ravager came from the side—more than a match for the ruthlessness of Damian's clone. And Brown … Brown could outsmart the stunted mental powers of the Heretic any day of the week.
Supergirl and Nell have wordlessly coordinated themselves in removing the victims from the Battlefield. Frightened children follow Nell to safety, while Supergirl rescues the fallen Batman, Inc. Agents. Scarlet and Squire fight under Pennyworth's careful direction—patched into Damian's frequencies as a courtesy so that he can stay out of the way.
Arrows fly from opposite shadowy corners to bring down Leviathan's mediocre artillery. The odds are two to twenty, and Damian's sister is winning. Robin is unsure whether Arsenal has come as a representative of Todd or on his own … in honor of the recent battle they had fought together for Todd's sanity. It doesn't matter; Arsenal is not completely inept, and Damian appreciates the assistance.
Commissioner Gordon has made it inside at long last. He walks among the heroes—a mortal man—with a single purpose. He approaches Damian with the exasperated, but fond eye of one who has seen everything Damian is capable of—hero and villain, child and monster—and knows the secret that will never pass an honest man's lips. Their relationship is a difficult one, but Commissioner Gordon gently lifts Damian and moves him to safety anyway.
"You grow more and more like your useless predecessors every day," his mother sneers. It lacks the appropriate weight; across the room, her 'perfect' son is struggling to counter the efforts of three individuals that were never meant to be heroes. "Calling in your team to rescue you now, Damian?"
It is amusing, because if one took Brown out of the equation, no one here has ever fought together. They are no team, but an assortment of teams and tangled loyalties that Damian has earned over his years in the House of the Bat.
"You're wrong, Mother," he murmurs, and the commissioner squeezes him as though Damian was his own child and worthy of affection as well as protection. "This is no team. We do not fight together, and if we splinter apart, not one shall fall. These people owe me nothing, and I do not owe them. They came for me anyway, because …"
Damian swallows painfully. The Heretic's grip on his neck had done some damage that made lengthy speeches painful, but Damian was an al Ghul once. Under the terse nature of the Bat is a need to make certain that his beliefs are fully understood.
"… because they are my worthy allies."
"Don't be stupid … of course we intend to resist. Just give us a moment, alright?"
- Porthos; The Three Musketeers