A/N: This story is an Extreme AU of Young justice combined with the Batman comic The resurrection of Ra`s al Ghul, I love the character Damian Wayne is one of my favorite characters. There are also some new characters in the young justice team to choose from other comics and the Justice league episodes the only thing I really got from the show was Rex/WarHawk the son of Green lantern and Hawk girl. I liked him and wished he was in more comics, and I`m putting in Donna/ Wonder girl in Young justice she has blonde hair but I`ll stick to the comics and make it black. Warning there might be lots of death and blood, Damian being trained since he was three by the League of Assassins has been taught to kill and that's how he gets things done, he is hot tempered, violent and precocious. In the comics tim drake was in it but I want to change that to Dick Grayson and he refers to Damian Wayne as his brother. Damian being who he is ignores the thirteen year old oh and Damian is sixteen in this I decided to make him older GOD this is a long A/N one more thing Damian will join the young justice team under the name RED HOOD! Review people if I have any more A/N they will be shorter. This is my first FanFic!
Damian walked silently down the long corridors; his steps were silent dew to the intense training, he learned to never make a sound. Damian quickened his pace, he wanted to know if it was true. Was his Grandfather being reincarnated? It had been almost a year since his Grandfather had died, It had created a small hole in Damian`s heart, his Grandfather was the only person, besides his mother, he allowed to come close to him.
He was never told what happened, his mother had bought back Ra`s al Ghul`s body back from where ever, tears in her eyes and anger in her voice. He almost screamed at her to tell him what happened, or to blame someone, but she had been very firm for him not to ask any more questions. Now an Assassin told him his grandfather could be brought back and his mother wanted to see him.
Damian almost butchered the man for more info but realized he had been so desperate to know how to get Ra`s al Ghul back that his mother probably never told the messenger more than he needed to know.
Damian`s heart beat faster as the usual red oak doors appeared at the end of the hall. His mother was there and she would tell him what he needed to do.
The second he got close enough he threw both doors open, he was deeply surprised when his mother wasn't standing there but White ghost , his uncle. The man turned his demon black eyes on him, they dark eyes would have made any other man scream and soil themselves thinking the devil had come for them, but Damian didn't show the slightest bit of fear towards the cruel man.
"Nephew." White ghost nodded.
Damian smirked he was hiding something, his uncle was never nice. Well, only when he thought he could get something out of it, but he would play along, "Dear uncle, what brings you to the mountains?"
"I assume you have heard that my father will be returning?"
Damian nodded and walked over to his mother`s desk chair sitting down as if he didn't care, "Of course, once the guard gave me the news , I came strait here," Damian glared at his uncle. "Where is mother?"
White ghost smiled showing pointed, yellow teeth, and waved his hand dismissively, "Away…on business." Damian stiffened, he didn't know if this was true or if his mother was lying in one of the cellars down below. "Alright fill me in how do we get Ra`s back?"
"This will require little effort on your part."
"What do I have to do?" White ghost ignored him, Damian`s glare intensified.
"But Damian, threw out all of this I want you to know you were the one to make this all possible, you will have brought back Ra`s al Ghul."
"What do I have to do?" He repeated standing up now. Without another word White ghost left the room and Damian followed reluctantly. Damian followed his uncle down past the cellars and past the rooms and deeper into the mountain that it became harder to breath.
"Where are we going?" Damian asked, he was more curious then scared, he had never been here before in his sixteen year not once did he remember this area of the Palace. Damian waited for his uncle to say more but he only remained silent. Soon the two came to large stone doors and Damian slowly studied the weird drawing engraved in the stone. He side glanced White ghost as the man muttered something and with a loud moan the doors opened of revel a large pool of greenish water heat and steam sizzled from the surface.
"You see," His uncle replied finial, "We tried to revive him here, the Fountain of Essence, but its amazing healing factors didn't quite work on his dead state and he returned, unstable, I have gained enough power where I can transfer his soul to a different body."
Damian`s heart skipped a beat, "who do you plan to use?" Damian felt he already knew the answer.
"Yours." As soon as the word left the man`s mouth Damian reached for his sword at his side but gas quickly erupted around his and made his head feel light, and his eyes went blurry, before he toppled over.
Damian blinked but his vision was too blurry to make anything out. He blinked a few more times before he saw a few Assassins lower his grandfather`s body beside him on the stone table. He looked around and winched as a pain shot threw his right temple, where he hit it on the ground. He ignored it and looked at his uncle who had stopped on a page of a dusty old book.
"I hsiw ot hctiws eht sluos fo eht daed dna eht gnivil ot nruter s`aR la luhg ot sih larutan etats, dna ot dir eht gnivil fo sih syad!" Damian didn't understand the incantation his uncle was speaking but he didn't care. Damian tried to move but his uncle switched his hand aside to hold him down.
Suddenly pain erupted in Damian`s chest and he had to bite his lip to stop from screaming in pain. He could just barely hear his uncle`s summoning and when he opened his eyes white dots covered his vision. Damian heard a familiar moaning sound of the stone doors and as quickly as it began the pain disappeared and the force holding him done disappeared. With great effort Damian up looked to see his mother attacking her brother, "Damian run!" Damian wanted to stay and to fight but his head thundered loudly and his chest still stung and he knew he would be useless. He got up crying out as his chest continued to burn. He held down more screams and he stumbled to the door way leaning on it for support. He took one more unsteady look to his mother who was backing towards the door. Damian stumbled through the large door way and almost tripped over a dead guard. His mother probably killed them.
It took time for him to reach the front door and by then most of his senses returned. Damian turned his head as he heard footsteps behind him. He got out his sword but didn't need it as his mother raced up to him and griped his arm. "Down the mountain Damian, follow me!"
Damian, for once, listened to her and followed he down the side of the mountain jumping over large rocks and tripping over twigs. Snow began to fall, the sky dark and the cold becoming fiercer than ever.
"Where are we going!" he said. She glanced back at him not stopping for a second.
"Some where safe, just keep running!" she yelled. Damian stumbled over a large log he didn't see.
Damian wasn't one to run especially from his own home. Damian growled as he once again decided to follow his mother. Only once a town was visible did he understand what they were going for.
"the car?" he asked. His mother nodded only slightly, and together they ran through the gathering snow to a small warn out garage. His mother and he pulled up the large door to revel a silver four door car. Damian smiled; he loved cars, this one more so because his fingers began to turn blue from the cold.
Damian climbed into the car and his mother sat behind the wheel fumbling the keys inside the ignition.
Once they were driving did Damian let his anger lose. "What the hell just happened, where are we going, tell me now!"
The woman beside suddenly looked sad and angry. "Damian, there`s so much you don't know, so much is my fault, Damian we are going to go to your father." Damian squinted his eyes, he heard of his father Batman or Bruce Wayne the damn prince of Gotham. Everything he heard was bad things, he was told his father betrayed the League and didn't do what he had to, to stop crime. He was curious he never met the man and really wanted to know who he was. "What about him, why him."
"Damian when you were six I brought you to Gotham, to Bruce, Ra`s al Ghul convinced me to join him and we were going to go back to the mountains, But Bruce wanted you to stay you had just known him for a few months and he didn't want you to be trained by the League of Assassins, so I knew you would be better off with me than with him so Ra`s and us fought for you, at least that's what Bruce thought, you were already back in the palace, we had a plan to make it look like you died but it went wrong and your grandfather died, Bruce thinks you're dead."
Damian`s eyes became slits his anger growing, "I don't remember any of this!"
"Of course not, White ghost wiped you memory once I returned and placed fake memories to make sure you never found out the truth."
"So you… you brain washed me!" Damian growled he felt the need to grab his sword. He felt he had to kill someone for some months of his life faked and gone, just like that! "Why did we leave in the first place?"
"We left because Ra`s wanted to use you to kill Batman and take control of Gotham." Damian felt anger rage inside of him. Everything he thought about his Grandfather was wrong! The man only cared because he saw Damian as a weapon to take control and what next after Damian did the deed, was he to be killed or just thrown into a cell to rot.
"I don't want to go." He said after a minuet , he needed to deal with his uncle so his grandfather couldn't return, Damian still loved his Grandfather and if he returned the man could make him do almost anything. Damian always felt he could trust his Grandfather, how wrong was he?
"Damian." His mother sighed, "You don't have a choice in the matter, White Ghost will go after you and you need protection."
"I can protect myself," he snapped, "better than you have any way!"
She turned her head to glare at him and his blue eyes were icy and cold. "To bad, were going!"
Damian opened his mouth to say another smart remark but held his tough, the sixteen year old just pulled his hood over his head and leaned agents the window letting the soft rumble of the car lull him to sleep. The cold window dulled the pain that lingered in his skull and slowly he fell to sleep.