Ra’s Al-Ghul As Fright Knight
I need an Dc x Dp AU where Ra’s dies pretty young (before the whole League of Assassins thing) and gets sent to the Infinite Realms, where he meets Danny (Ghost King probably) and Danny chooses him as his Fright Night. (Fright Knight has finally decided to take a vacation)
Getting stabbed in the neck by desert mercenaries while building his new Assassin’s Guild around the glowing life pits was not how he expected to die. Waking up to Green Skies and Floating islands was also something he wasn’t expecting. People floating around with a green glow was the last thing he expected but he’s learned to not act surprised at this point.
‘But where is this place? Is this the afterlife? It better not be. I just finished my training. I can’t just die.’
His answer came in the form of a green glowing half-man, half-camel challenging him to a fight.
The next thing he learned was the rules of this afterlife.
Never ask a ghost about how they died.
There is a Hierarchy with the ghost king and Ancients at the top.
Brawls and Duels are ways of forming bonds
Ghosts can always feel your intentions
That last rule really annoyed Ra’s. He couldn’t actively manipulate anyone here unless they were lower in the hierarchy. Which as much as he loathed to admit it, he was extremely low on food chain. People called him called him a baby ghost, which was ridiculous. He is Ra’s Al-Ghul, The Demon Head, not some lowly baby that needed to be taken care of. Every ghosts that tried to “adopt him” was swiftly taken care of by own hand. If he is to be a baby, he would rather be an orphan. He didn’t train in deadly martial arts, just to be considered weak. If he couldn’t manipulate his way through the hierarchy, he would just have to brute force it.
The King had made a decree.
“No Ghost is allowed out of the Infinite Realms for your own safety. If anyone is found outside the realms, you shall be severely punished.”
He thought it was ridiculous that every single ghost followed the Kings orders, even his own stupid body. But according to the ghosts he fought, every few weeks, the Ghost King was beloved by all. He beat the old tyrant king through a ‘right by conquest’ and has been a benevolent leader ever since, ruling for over 50 years now.
Ra’s didn’t believe it for one second. He may have started out as a benevolent leader but even they eventually turn into tyrants. Hell, even Ra’s was like that at some point, when he still used to be ‘The Physician’. He’s just waiting for the other shoe to drop. For their benevolent ruler to take a turn for the worse.
For now he was willing to live the rest of his days, training on the floating island he managed to get when winning a duel a few weeks ago. He honestly didn’t have anything better to do.
Something feels….wrong. There is a weight in the air. It was light at first but as the day progressed, it became heavier and colder. It weighed him down as he walked but Ra’s wasn’t the type of person to be pressed into submission. He powered through.
As he was tending to his flowers in the garden, he felt the weight, press down on him again. It wrapped around his neck like a viper, tightening each second. He looked up to see a white blur speed through the air and towards his island.
Ra’s grabbed the sabre that was always next to him and climbed his way up a tree, turning on his invisibility. He watched as the white mass slowed to a stop high in the sky before slowly descending, their boots barely touching the ground. Ra’s could finally see what the white mass was. It seemed to be a giant fur coat with white hair. There was a silver thing floating on its head but Ra’s couldn’t make it out properly. The strange ghost looked left and right, presumably looking for something or someone.
‘They look really official, like that prison Warden. Is this thing here to finally punish me for my crimes in the living world?’
Ra’s wasn’t going to take that chance, jumping off of the tree branch he was on, he dropped his invisibility as he swung sabre straight at the unknown ghost. The Ghost looked around once more before turning and looking straight at Him. Direct eye contact. Its eyes were an unsettling shade of green. It reminded him of a colour that had long since faded in his memory. The Pits.
Ra’s felt his body freeze. His sabre was inches away from the ghosts eye. The ghost didn’t even react. Ra’s quickly jumped away to put a distance between himself and the other ghost. He didn’t waste time (not that he had any to begin with) and quickly went invisible. His heart was racing, even he wasn’t supposed to have a heartbeat. The ethereal ghost’s eyes followed his movements, so he did the next best thing and duplicated himself, a tried and true distraction.
“Oh My?” Their voice was soft and melodic but was also cold like ice. Their eyes darted around following his duplicates even though they were invisible . ‘There an opening!’ Ra’s was able to get in front of him, swinging his sabre again. Only for the ghost to catch it with his bare hand. A small stream of green blood flowed down from his palm. The other ghost smiled at their feet sight.
Ra’s felt the pressure weigh down on him again, causing him to crash into the floor. He could barely stand up, only managing to get to his knees. His limbs felt weak, his breath heavy, he felt dizzy and nauseous.
“It’s been a long time since someone has been able to stand in my presence, let alone attack me.” The voice was once again soft and melodic but it was also much warmer than before as if it was amused.
The other Ghost floated a couple of steps forward stopping right in front of him. Ra’s stared at their boots, his heart racing again, his face red in embarrassment at being defeated so easily. The boots finally touched the ground. Their boots were pristine white, with silver detailing and crystals. As his gaze wandered up, the boots faded from white to black and stopped at his thighs. He wore a white body suit with a black corset. There was a symbol on his chest that Ra’s didn’t recognise but seemed to combine the English letters of ‘D and P’. His shoulder were covered with a giant white fur coat, that displayed a dark moving galaxy on the inside.
Ra’s eyes landed on his face. He felt his breath slipping away. He was so beautiful. A pretty tan complexion with smooth skin and freckles, pointed ears which had star earrings and beautiful green eyes. His white hair, long and soft looking with a white vail on it. A silver crown engulfed in crystal blue flames floated above his head.
“Your Majesty…” Ra’s whispered his brain finally catching up to who this person was.
“Ra’s Al-Ghul…” The King extended his white gloved hand.
“Would you do me the honour of being my Fright Knight.”
Ra’s felt his whole world freeze.
I need this AU version of Ra’s to meet Cannon verse and just raised an eyebrow at him and stick his nose up in disgust. Or when Danny arrives at the Watchtower, everyone is confused and concerned about Ra’s Al-Ghul (even though he is clearly younger) being there. Until Danny explains that this Ra’s is chill.
Danny and Ra’s Pull up like this.
