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Alex, unable to speak, responded the only way he could:
He squeezed her finger again, harder, as if promising he would never break that bond.
Talia almost laughed—a fragile, quiet sound.
"You're strong," she muttered. "Too strong for a newborn… but that is good. You will need that strength in this world."
Her eyelids fluttered.
Fatigue pulled her down like gravity.
Before consciousness slipped away, she whispered one last thing, barely audible:
"Grow well, my little one… for your destiny will be heavy."
With that, Talia drifted into sleep—her first true moment of vulnerability witnessed only by the child in her arms.
And Alex—reborn as Damian—felt something powerful settle inside his tiny chest:
Not fear.
Not confusion.
A promise.
A promise to protect the woman who held him,
and to become someone far more than the weapon she expected
The Demon's Head Meets the Child
The chamber doors opened with a heavy groan.
Ra's al Ghul, the Demon's Head, entered in silence. His presence alone made the midwives bow so deeply their foreheads touched the floor. Every assassin lining the hallway fell to one knee.
But Ra's barely noticed them.
His eyes—ancient, sharp, calculating—were fixed on the infant resting in Talia's exhausted arms.
Talia looked up with a tired smirk.
"Father… meet your grandson."
Ra's approached slowly, his robes whispering along the stone floor.
He peered down at the child, expecting fear or weakness.
Instead, the baby looked straight at him.
Wide-eyed. Calm. Almost… evaluating.
Like he could see something inside Ra's.
Ra's al Ghul froze.
"His gaze…" a whisper left him before he could stop it. "Newborns do not look with such clarity."
Talia exhaled weakly.
"He is not normal, Father. I knew that before he took his first breath."
Ra's extended one finger toward the child.
Alex—instincts sharp even as a newborn—grabbed the finger firmly.
Too firmly.
Ra's raised an eyebrow.
"That strength…" He paused, intrigued. "Barely minutes old, yet the grip of a trained child."
Talia smirked proudly.
"He is a Wayne. And an al Ghul."
Ra's eyes gleamed with something dangerous and hopeful.
"Then he will surpass both lines. He will be my greatest legacy."
The Reaction of the League of Assassins
"Talia's child is born."
"The heir of two destinies."
"The boy who will lead us."
Assassins—elite warriors who feared nothing—stood at a distance, whispering.
Some looked at the infant with awe.
Some with jealousy.
Some with fear.
One assassin murmured,
"I felt his presence as I entered the room… as if he was watching."
Another replied,
"Impossible. He is a newborn."
But when the baby turned his head in their direction—eyes focusing sharply, impossibly—they fell silent.
Whispers rippled through them:
"This child is no ordinary heir."
"He may be chosen."
"He may be dangerous."
Ra's al Ghul turned to his warriors and spoke with authority:
"You will show respect.
You will show loyalty.
This boy may one day be your master."