#the demon's head

[robs-your-robins]

Tim: The way Damian goes on, you would think his first word was "Bat"

Ra's: No. It was "octopus".

Tim:

Ra's: We were surprised too. We didn't even have an octopus at the time.

[myfavoritecuisine]

Twitch streamer Ra's Al Ghul

[kingsl3y7530]

who's up Al-ing their ghuls

[jortez23]

Ra's Al Ghul & Sub-Zero

[thatcutenerdygirl]

Who is your favorite Batman love interest?

Diana (Wonder Woman)

Talia al Ghul

Selina Kyle (Cat Woman)

Other (Comment)

Voting ended onOct 6, 2024

[bitsofbats]

Batman and Ra's al Ghul #32, 2014 Peter J. Tomasi, Patrick Gleason, and Mick Gray

[thetrickster-blr-blog]

EARTH 2003: The Demon

Though Batman is certainly the most popular example, he isn't the first person to don a costumed identity to strike fear into the wicked and corrupt in defense of the innocent. Hundreds of years ago in Japan, there was a costumed ninja figure dressed in armor and a black and green cape with a green oni mask. He'd stalk the night, battling both poor thugs and the corrupt ruling class in the name of justice. No one knew who he was, but they called him "The Demon". For 20 years, the man who was The Demon would continue his crusade with virtually no end in sight. Most thought he wasn't a man at all, but a supernatural entity. But the sad fact of life is that it ends, and if one does not truly make a lasting difference, all of their hard work is doomed to be undone after they pass on. Realizing his crusade could not last forever, the man who was The Demon sought any way to prolong his life at any cost. His search eventually led him to the fabled "Lazarus Pits", a mystical pool that granted everlasting life and health to whoever used it, though at a short cost. Upon bathing in the pool or being exposed to its waters, it causes the user to go through a bout of temporary insanity that only increases the more frequently they use it. Unfortunately for the world, the Demon would ignore this in favor of his mission. He even started bottling it so he could use it when in the field. It was this "Mental Clarity" that inspired his life's greatest work, "The League of Shadows", a Kabal of like-minded ninjas and warriors that spread worldwide his message of justice and peace. As the years marched on, the league would only grow in its ranks, acquiring members like Lady Shiva, who would become very close to The Demon himself. But as the world continued to change around him, The Demon realized that he would need to change tactics to "Keep the peace", and that involved doing a lot of morally questionable and borderline evil things for the supposed "Greater Good", one of the most egregious being the mountain of corpses piled up by the League's efforts.

[alghulras]

Feels ON Vandal Savage?

Ah. Vandar. Vandal Savage. He is a relic; a man of many eras, yet of little evolution. An artefact of a world that no longer remembers its own history. He calls himself eternal. Eternity without purpose is nothing but prolonged decay.

We have crossed paths more times than I care to count. We have found ourselves on opposite sides of history more often than not. At times, we have been adversaries, our visions irreconcilable. At others, circumstance has aligned us, if only for a time. I do not fool myself into believing that makes us comrades. Savage does not seek alliance—only advantage. He burns kingdoms to the ground only to rebuild them in his own image, never learning the lesson time has tried to teach him. Power without direction, ambition without refinement—wasteful. He would rule over stagnation, content to let the earth rot so long as he remains above it. As long as it serves him. I would see it reborn. His ambition is vast. It is directionless. He builds, he conquers, and when time erodes his empires, he begins anew, as if the cycle itself is his only aim. That is where we differ. His vision never extends beyond himself. He hoards power as a dragon hoards gold, clinging to it not for the good it might do, but simply because he can. He endures, and to him, that is victory enough. To merely persist is not to shape the world. It is to drift upon its tides, mistaking longevity for significance. For all his persistence, I wonder if he has ever truly lived—or if he has merely spent unending time grasping at more.

And yet, I cannot dismiss him. I have known him too long, seen too much of what he is capable of. Savage is not a fool—he is patient, methodical, and when he moves, history bends to meet him.

I will grant him this—he has made eternity seem almost tedious. A rare accomplishment.