They followed the tracker to a warehouse. It didn't look any different from other ones in Gotham.

"I will sneak in. You guys stay in the car. Be on the call. I won't be able to talk, but if I hang up, press the signal. When the backup comes, tell them it's a K-34 situation. They will help you out." Michael made sure they were clear on the protocol.

Once it was done, he got out and surveyed the area. No cameras. It was good. The building didn't have any windows, but there was a rafter on the roof. He had to use it to get inside. He started expertly climbing the building. It was harder than usual with his injured shoulder, but he wasn't the one to complain.

Soon, he was up on the roof. The rafter was small, and it took him some effort to open it, but he could squeeze through. He started his journey down. He couldn't risk getting out of the rafters when he had no idea of the plot of the building and any inside security.

So, he had to be slow and careful, checking through any cracks and openings to assess the area.

It all went down so fast. One second, Damian was wandering the empty halls; he found the missing kids in a state he didn't want to talk about and cut the call so others would call for backup. As he was freeing one of the kids, he told him that it was auction day and that in a few minutes, someone would come to bring them to potential sellers.

There was no time to waste, so Damian quickly freed the children so they could run up, but as luck would have it, they got seen, and soon, goons were rushing in. Damian stood to hold them back, telling them to run.

It was hard to fight in such a closed space with so many enemies, but Damian had to hold on. But he wasn't invincible, and soon enough, he was wearing down. The children were definitely upstairs by now, but unless they were safely out or backup arrived, it wouldn't do.

Damian was hit quite a few times. He could feel the bruises already forming. His injured shoulder was complaining from any movement, and he had a few cracked ribs, and his right side was cut with a knife. Thankfully, it wasn't too deep to hit an organ, but he was losing blood slowly.

He could already feel the way his heart was pulsing in his ear and how breathing was becoming burdensome. He knocked out another man with a kick to the head and dodged another one who was aiming a punch to his face.

It seemed as if more and more enemies were coming. His body was on autopilot. He wasn't paying attention to his movements, just reacting to the situation. That's why he didn't notice someone coming from behind. The man kicked him in the back, causing him to stumble momentarily.

How did he get behind him? Did they get past him? Were the children in danger? Panic started rushing through him. he used it as fuel to get more vicious. To fight harder. He had to check on the children.

A giant man managed to get a kick in. slamming Damian to the side. His vision went white. He was about to get up when he saw it. A blur of red and black. RedRobin, they were here. He noticed Batman also rushing in. Finishing off the goons like it was nothing.

Damian barely managed to stand up on shaky legs. It was all over soon. "Go upstairs. Nightwing and Redhood are guarding the children." Father said in Batman's voice. He didn't wait for an answer as he and RedRobin went further in.

Damian had to limp upstairs. His ankle was twisted somewhere in the fight. His body was aching painfully. He carefully got out, and as soon as he got out of the warehouse, he saw his brothers. They were probably waiting for the police.

As soon as Nightwing saw him, he got beside him to check on him. "Injury report?" He whispered, not wanting other children to hear. He looked so worried and started fussing over any visible injury.

"I'm fine. I need some bandages for the wound on my side, but the rest should hold until we get back." Damian said. Nightwing panicked as he immediately grabbed some gauze from his belt and instructed Damian to hold his shirt up while he bandaged the wound.

Damian was grateful that he was standing in the way to block him from the children's view and give him a semblance of privacy. He didn't need the already scared children to see his state. As soon as Nightwing finished he ushered him to sit down near some boxes a little away from the group.

Damian decided to close his eyes to wait. It was apparent that there was a lot he had to answer for, but he was just tired.