'Tt' he was starting to accept as Damian's I'm-going-along-with-this-but-I-disapprove-in-some-manner sound. Which meant he was following along. Of course he wouldn't let the oldest of Bruce's brood steal all the fun. Which there was fun to be had. Another five goons in the basement. Dick quickly assessed which weapons they had, went directly for the more prepared one with the gun and left the other four unfortunates to Robin's tender mercies, certain they wouldn't give him too much trouble with their mediocre skill expressed in how they stood and spaced themselves. The gun toter went slumping down the wall and he immediately started following the water pipes, viewable on the raw ceiling.
He opened the shower door, his goggles switched to various different arrays, the smile entirely gone as he looked the still living thug over. The guy was out. That was a mercy.
He remembered when he first started as Robin, Batman used to have to wait for him to finish gagging when they came across scenes like this. That response had left long ago, but they still made him feel sick. Just in a different way. He clicked the com, since Damian was going to hear him easier through it then by him calling down the hall over the fighting.
"I'm calling an ambulance. He's going to need immediate medical attention as soon as he's moved. Fifteen mins tops to make sure medics have a clear way in without danger, so bind them up."