Six hundred years ago, before he was Ra's al Ghul, before the League of Assassins, before the Lazarus Pits and the title of Demon’s Head, there had been only a man.
Ra's.
He had been young once.
He had been a husband once.
And, most importantly, he had been a father.
His son was named Danyal.
His firstborn.
His only child.
Danyal had been born during a brief period of peace in Ra's life. He remembered a small boy with dark hair and bright, curious eyes who followed him everywhere.
Danyal had been clever. Stubborn. Mischievous.
He had also been the only person who could make Ra's laugh without trying.
Then Ra's lost his wife.
And shortly afterward, he lost Danyal.
Whatever happened to his son was buried beneath centuries of grief, violence, immortality, and ambition.
Eventually, Ra's forgot.
The world forgot.
Danyal al Ghul became nothing more than a ghost in history.
No one knew he had ever existed.
Not the League.
Not Talia.
Not Bruce Wayne.
Not even Ra's himself.
Until a spell changed everything.
The fight had been going badly.
Ra's had been in the middle of issuing an order when an unfamiliar sorcerer raised both hands.
A strange green light exploded across the room.
Ra's barely had time to react.
The spell struck him directly.
There was a flash.
Then darkness.
When Ra's opened his eyes, the first thing he noticed was that his head hurt.
The second was that there were people standing around him.
He slowly pushed himself upright.
"Where am I?"
No one answered.
Ra's frowned.
He looked around.
The room was familiar.
The weapons.
The architecture.
The League insignia.
Yet none of it made sense.
He looked down at his hands.
They were younger.
His body felt younger.
His memories were clearer.
He remembered his wife.
He remembered his home.
He remembered being forty.
And then he remembered something else.
His eyes widened.
"Where is my son?"
The room went silent.
Talia stepped forward.
"Father?"
Ra's looked at her.
He frowned.
"Who are you?"
Talia froze.
"...What?"
"I asked who you are."
"It's me."
Ra's stared at her.
She looked vaguely familiar, but he couldn't place her.
"My name is Talia."
He shook his head.
"I don't know anyone named Talia."
Talia stared at him in disbelief.
"Father, I'm your daughter."
Ra's expression became confused.
"My daughter?"
"Yes."
"No."
Talia's face fell.
"You have a daughter," she insisted.
"I have a son."
"...What?"
"My son."
Ra's looked around impatiently.
"Where is Danyal?"
Talia stared at him.
"Who is Danyal?"
Ra's looked genuinely shocked.
"Danyal."
"Yes, I heard you. Who is he?"
"My son."
Talia slowly shook her head.
"Father, you don't have a son."
Ra's's expression hardened.
"Do not lie to me."
"I'm not lying!"
"You are telling me I have no son."
"Because you don't!"
Ra's stared at her.
Then he said something that made Talia's blood run cold.
"Then who are you?"
The League was thrown into chaos.
Ra's al Ghul had forgotten six hundred years of his life.
According to him, he was forty years old.
He had no memory of becoming immortal.
No memory of the Lazarus Pits.
No memory of founding the League.
No memory of Talia.
No memory of Bruce Wayne.
No memory of Damian.
He remembered only one child.
Danyal.
His son.
His firstborn.
His only child.
Talia had spent hours trying to convince him that she was his daughter.
It didn't work.
"How old are you?" Ra's finally asked.
"Thirty."
Ra's stared at her.
"That is impossible."
"Why?"
"Because my son is only a few years older than you."
Talia's eyes narrowed.
"When was he born?"
Ra's answered without hesitation.
"Six hundred years ago."
Silence.
Talia slowly sat down.
"Father..."
"I told you not to call me that."
She looked away.
For the first time in her life, Talia felt like she had lost her father.
Not because he was dead.
But because he was standing directly in front of her and didn't know who she was.
Bruce arrived shortly afterward.
Damian came with him.
Ra's looked up as they entered.
His eyes immediately narrowed.
"You."
Bruce stopped.
"Me."
"I know you."
Bruce raised an eyebrow.
"You've known me for quite some time."
Ra's frowned.
"Why?"
Bruce sighed.
"Long story."
Ra's's gaze shifted to Damian.
The boy stood rigidly beside Bruce.
"And you?"
Damian frowned.
"Damian."
Ra's stared at him.
"You're Talia's son."
Damian's eyes narrowed.
"Yes."
Ra's looked at Bruce.
Then back at Damian.
"You are the boy who inherited the League."
Damian blinked.
"You remember me?"
"No."
Ra's paused.
"I don't remember you."
Damian's expression hardened.
"But you just said—"
"I remember what you told me."
Ra's turned away.
Then suddenly stopped.
"Danyal."
Bruce frowned.
"Who?"
"My son."
Damian looked at Bruce.
Bruce looked back.
Neither understood.
Ra's faced them.
"Everyone keeps asking me who Danyal is."
"Because we've never heard of him."
Ra's stared at Bruce.
"You've never heard of my son?"
"No."
Ra's's expression became increasingly troubled.
He closed his eyes.
"I remember him."
His voice softened.
"He was small."
Bruce said nothing.
"He used to follow me everywhere."
A faint smile crossed Ra's's face.
"He was always asking questions."
Ra's looked down.
"He hated thunderstorms."
Damian listened quietly.
"He would sneak into my room whenever there was a storm and pretend he wasn't frightened."
Ra's smiled sadly.
"He thought I didn't notice."
Bruce's expression softened.
"What happened to him?"
Ra's opened his eyes.
"I don't know."
That answer seemed to hurt him.
"I remember losing him."
He pressed a hand against his chest.
"I remember looking for him."
"Then?"
"Nothing."
Bruce looked thoughtful.
"You don't remember anything after that?"
"No."
"Not the League?"
"No."
"The Lazarus Pits?"
Ra's shook his head.
"Talia?"
"No."
"Me?"
"No."
Ra's looked at him.
"But I remember my son."
Bruce spent the next several hours searching.
Ancient League records.
Historical databases.
Old family documents.
Everything.
Nothing.
There was no Danyal al Ghul.
It was as if someone had deliberately erased him from history.
Then Bruce found something.
A fragment.
An ancient document written in a language almost no one alive could read.
A name.
Danyal.
Bruce stared at the screen.
There was no surname.
No birth date.
Just one line.
My son, Danyal.
Bruce's eyes widened.
"Damian."
Damian looked over.
"What?"
"I think he existed."
Thousands of kilometers away, Danny Fenton was having a completely normal afternoon.
Well.
Normal by Amity Park standards.
He had just finished fighting three ghosts, destroyed half a warehouse, and gotten yelled at by Tucker for forgetting to answer his phone.
He dropped onto his bed.
"Finally."
His phone rang.
Unknown number.
Danny stared at it.
"Who is calling me?"
He answered.
"Hello?"
"Is this Daniel Fenton?"
Danny sat up.
"Who is this?"
"My name is Bruce Wayne."
Danny blinked.
"...Bruce Wayne?"
"Yes."
Danny looked at Tucker.
Tucker stared back.
Bruce Wayne was calling him.
This was either the best day of his life or the beginning of a very strange one.
"What do you want?"
There was a pause.
"I need to ask you something."
"Okay."
"Have you ever heard the name Danyal al Ghul?"
Danny froze.
The room suddenly felt cold.
He didn't know that name.
At least, he didn't think he did.
But something inside him reacted.
A memory.
A voice.
A man's voice.
Danyal.
Danny swallowed.
"...Why are you asking me that?"
Bruce was silent for a moment.
"Because we believe it may be your birth name."
Danny's heart stopped.
"What?"
"We found historical records connecting the name to Ra's al Ghul."
Danny stared at the wall.
"Ra's al Ghul?"
"Yes."
Danny laughed nervously.
"Okay. That's impossible."
"Why?"
"Because Ra's al Ghul is—"
Danny stopped.
He didn't know what he was going to say.
Dead?
Impossible?
Not his father?
All of those things sounded wrong.
Bruce continued.
"Ra's al Ghul currently believes he is forty years old."
Danny's face went pale.
"What?"
"He has lost his memories of the last six centuries."
"And?"
"He remembers one thing."
Danny's heart began pounding.
Bruce's voice softened.
"He remembers his son."
Danny couldn't breathe.
"What's his name?"
Bruce didn't answer immediately.
"Danyal."
Danny closed his eyes.
Something inside him broke.
A memory surfaced.
A little boy running through a garden.
A man lifting him into his arms.
A warm voice whispering his name.
Danyal.
Danny's eyes filled with tears.
"Put him on the phone."
Ra's was sitting alone when Bruce entered.
"He is here."
Ra's immediately stood.
"My son?"
Bruce nodded.
Ra's looked at the phone.
His hands trembled slightly.
Bruce pressed the speaker button.
"Hello?"
There was silence.
Then a young voice.
"...Dad?"
Ra's froze.
The world seemed to stop.
That single word had not been spoken to him in six hundred years.
But he remembered it.
He remembered a little boy saying it.
He remembered tiny arms around his neck.
He remembered carrying his son through the garden.
He remembered promising him that he would always be there.
His eyes filled with tears.
"Danyal?"
On the other end of the phone, Danny began crying.
"Yeah."
Ra's slowly sat down.
"My son."
Danny laughed through his tears.
"You remember me?"
Ra's closed his eyes.
"I never forgot you."
It wasn't true.
Not entirely.
He had forgotten.
For centuries.
But somehow, beneath everything he had become, the memory of his son had survived.
"I looked for you," Ra's whispered.
"I know."
"I thought you were gone."
"I know."
Ra's pressed a hand over his heart.
"My little boy."
Danny laughed softly.
"I'm not little anymore."
Ra's smiled.
"No."
For the first time in six hundred years, Ra's al Ghul smiled like the man he had once been.
"You grew up."
Talia stood outside the room.
She had heard everything.
She had spent her entire life believing she was Ra's al Ghul's firstborn.
His only child.
His heir.
And now she had discovered that, six centuries before she was born, her father had loved someone else.
A son.
A firstborn.
A child she had never known existed.
Damian stood beside her.
"So," he said quietly.
Talia looked at him.
"What?"
"We have an uncle."
Talia stared through the doorway.
Inside, Ra's was still talking to Danny.
His voice was softer than she had ever heard it.
He was laughing.
Actually laughing.
Talia had never heard that laugh before.
She didn't know what hurt more.
The fact that her father had forgotten her—
or the fact that she was seeing, for the first time, the father he had been before she was born.
Damian looked at her.
"Are you going to meet him?"
Talia took a breath.
"Yes."
She stepped toward the door.
Then stopped.
For six hundred years, Danyal al Ghul had been a secret buried by time.
Now he was coming home.
And Ra's al Ghul was going to have to explain to his long-lost son exactly what happened to the world while he was gone.
Including one very confused daughter.
And one grandson who had just discovered he had an uncle.
The Demon’s Head had returned to the beginning of his life.
And this time, he wasn't going to lose his son again.
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