"You felt like my home, you were my escape, now that you're gone, where do I go?"
Damian Al Ghul Wayne
♦ 16 years old
♦ He/Him
♦ 5'6 in height
♦ Bisexual - Demiromantic
♦ Son of Bruce Wayne, Child of Talia Al Ghul.
♦ "The Demon Heir", "The Blood Son", "The Blessed First".
Mun is @anonymous-existences
More Under the Cut! IMPORTANT LORE STUFF :3
Familial Relations :(Au and Canon)
- Bruce Wayne ( @/brucewayne-offic, @/imbatman-imtired)
- Talia Al Ghul
- Richard "Dick" Grayson ( @bluebirdwonder01, @dickgraysonfr )
- Timothy Jackson Drake ( @timalicious-drake, @drake-wayne-enterprise )
- Duke Thomas ( @irl-batsignal )
- Cassandra Cain ( @casscain-w )
- Ra's Al Ghul
- Jason Peter Todd
- Danyal Al Ghul
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Biological Parents :
- Bruce Wayne
- Talia Al Ghul
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Timeline / Lore :
♦ Damian Al Ghul had a Twin, Danyal Al Ghul. He knew well that twins were not desired in the eyes of their grandfather. He was always held up as the superior twin to the both of them, much to his disdain.
♦ Damian loved his twin, he couldn't speak it out loud but actions spoke more than words could ever express.
♦ Damian was devastated, devastated when his twin had lost, Lost on purpose. He understood. He understood that they cared and loved for one another mutually, Danyal lost the test purposefully, he watched as Danyal was sent away to the last time Damian will see him of them. His 'last mission'.
♦ Months passed, Damian waited, he didn't falter, he always waited for his twin but he never did, Did Danyal abandon him? Danyal would not just die. Danyal was strong, courageous and Loyal, He will keep waiting even if the world was ending.
♦ Ra's had told Damian that Danyal was dead, that Danyal had either abandoned him or was just dead. Talia was adamant that Danyal had survived and always vaguely reassured Damian that his brother was alive.
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♦ The time arrived when he was sent to the Wayne Manor, it was a drastic change to his old conditions, it took time for him to properly adapt and acclimate to the new environment, he wasn't the demon heir there, he was just the blood son and it was the only title he can hold on to.
♦ He never told anyone of Danyal, keeping silent and never once spoke his name, not even under his breathe, especially since he lived within a family of detectives and skeptics. He promised himself he would never speak of his brother again, not when he doesn't even know if he'll ever see Danyal again. But he'll always hope.
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♦ By 16(current) he's properly adapted and acclimated to all the changes, going to school without missing any days and somehow managing to acquire a small civilian friend group. Juggling his vigilante life and Civilian Identity in a stable pace, not struggling at all.
♦ Something inside him tugged, he needed to look for his brother, it felt like a calling. The voices that whispered in his ears, he changed his routine slowly, so subtle and slow that no one will ever notice unless you look close enough.
♦ Something tells him that Danyal is close, that Danyal is gonna meet him, that he'll find Danyal once more. He will keep looking.
He was never meant to fly alone.
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[ Twin is @soul-crowned-prince ]
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Personality :
- Stubborn and Tends to be Arrogant
- Mild Temper
- Confident and Observant
- Mildly Egotistical
- Slight Paranoia
- Logical and Relies on Facts
- Voices out his opinions when he thinks it is needed
- Has adapted to reading the room, behavior and body language
- Struggles to Express his Emotions Physically and Emotionally
- Secretly Caring and Gentle but refuses to show them out of fear that it may be taken advantage of
- Treats animals the way he longs to be treated
- Treats his Passions and Hobbies with care and love
Lol not you and Dinah worried about the pain of the carving... they were having sex while doing it. It's this thing called knife play old man, you might want to look it up
Lol not you and Dinah worried about the pain of the carving... they were having sex while doing it. It's this thing called knife play old man, you might want to look it up
[ Danyal made a face as he held his brother's hand. The one Damian knew to mean that Danyal wanted to explain but couldn't for whatever reason. Eventually he spoke again. ]
[ Damian practically begged as he gripped his brother's hands tighter. He didn't care if he was almost out of breathe, he just didn't want to lose his brother again and to not by his side once more. ]
[ Danyal drew a steadying breath, forcing his muscles to relax despite the tension coiling beneath his skin. Fear prickled at the edges of his core. Danyal swallowed it down. ]
Okay. Okay.
[he began, voice low but deliberate.]
I will take you to the ceremony. However—
[A pause. His fingers flexed, restless.]
You should be warned. The ceremony is... not a kind one. It was not kind to the last king. I doubt it will be kind to me, either.
[ Danyal knew it wouldn't be. He had been told of the tyrant's crowning his fate hung heavy within the council. The crown’s weight, the madness that had followed, the slow unraveling of a man into a tyrant. Clockwork had assured him that his own madness would be temporary—days, perhaps years, but not permanent. A small mercy, if it could even be called that. The thought of Damian witnessing it. Seeing him twisted by that same corruption—made his chest tighten. But his brother’s expression left no room for argument. Wordlessly, Danyal pulled him into an embrace, murmuring apologies into his shoulder—though for what, he wasn’t entirely sure.]
[ Damian knew fate is not kind to the Al Ghuls. But nevertheless he will stay by his brother's side even if it causes him damnation. He needed to be there no matter what happens, no matter the cost of whatever will occur.
Damian hummed as a response, taking slow deep breathes as he was tucked in his bed, he looked tired. He felt tired and he didn't want to talk too much.