Ok so there is a new Batman animated movie coming out, the squeal to Son of Batman, so I am bring Violet back. Here is my prequel to the story showing you how she comes into the movie hope you like it. The movie does not come out till next month on the 14th
In the glorious headquarters of League of Assassins a well hidden place, where the best of the best train. To serve under the might Ra's al Ghul, who no longer apart of the this world, the responsibility would have fallen upon his grandson. Damian Wayne, who was not present either. The leader now, mother of Damian as well daughter of the late Ra's al Ghul. Talia al Ghul, a striking lovely woman who like her father held an air of superiority. She was now incharge of her father's empire, though many expected her to have a feminine touch compared to her father, that was not the case. The apple did not fall far from the tree. She like her father had iron fist when running the compound, expected nothing but the best from those who survived her family. Beauty, brains and deadly a perfect combination, making her a worthy foe not to be under minded, if so. There was a price to pay.
Even so, that did not mean she didn't have a heart, having a son, with the dark knight himself, Batman aka Bruce Wayne. Slightly soften her, but at the sametime made her even more deadly. There was nothing she would not do for her child, but it was not just her son that gained her motherly love. No, it was another. A young girl whom, her son had grown a immense high level of attraction which of course he being raised as a assisan did not fully understand. All he knew was that this fragile meek girl caught his uncanny eye. Though Talia along with his father and others could see it much more. But to Damian, he still try to figure it out, with all his observation skills and training to pinpoint and kill. He could not see it. He had fallen in love, he was hard and she was not. To polar opposites, yet both the same.
For the girl who took hold of young Damian's affection, Violet Grayson was her name. First cousin of Batman's old ward Nightwing aka Richard Grayson. Found on a mission that he and his mentor teamed up to do. Finding a young girl in a such hellish harsh environment, to still mange to hold on to the bit of hope she barely had. She was taken out, and became part of Bruce's home out of request of Dick. To have a better life, there she thrived, despite her unnatural talent. Her dark power, that made her live in such hellish place. Darkness was all she grew to know, and was forced to inflict and enjoy the same darkness she had onto others. It was sick, but she did it anyway.
Still even so, she manged to turn into a lovely girl. Though not much of a socialist, she preferred more intimate relationships, ones she shared with Alfred and her cousin. Not afraid to offer her hand to help. Her 'normal' as it could world turned when Damian came in, she was thrilled to have meet him, and from Batman's request took it upon herself to help him settle in. It was hard road, but she didn't mind. Of course this came to a intriguing confusion to the young assassin who was not very familiar with her approach grew to tolerate it, and soon grew to only for himself enjoy it.
Violet did her best to keep Damian away from the path of vengeance, even exposing her powers to help heal him. Only for it to back fire upon her, capture and taken by Deathstroke aka Slade Wilson. Held captive, Damian already having to save his mother needed to save Violet. Which he manged to do, but only for it to be in vain, for her to die by the hands of same man who killed his grandfather. Killed right infront of him, the one thing, the one precious thing to him. Out of impulse something he was not use too, he manged to save her. Bring her back, through broken heart and tough decision he asked his mother to care for her, and keep her safe. Not wanting her to experience nor get hurt on his behalf, he sent her to be with his mother. His own personal need for her to stay with him, did not out way his desire to not lose her. Knowing well he would not see her for who knows how many years. He let it happen, and away she went. Thousands of miles apart each living in the home of the other. Damian held onto the locket, a keep sake. While she held to the name she began to call him. Ninjaboy.
Talia was more than willing to allow the girl to stay with her, having grown found of her during their short unfortunate circumstance time together. She approved of Violet for her son, without the girls knowledge. Taking her in as her own daughter, to be protected and groomed to become the perfect partner when the time was ready for Violet and Damian's union. The fabric of fate had started to began to weave.
Now, months have passed the sun brightly shone in the sky above the headquarters Talia dressed in a elaborate tight fitted emerald green mandarin outfit with gold trimming. Stood on the large balcony as she watched her men training the large training grounds, her hard green eyes did not take one second off, looking for any sort of imperfection, to for now find none.
Her backed turned but that did not mean her awareness was not sharp, hearing light footsteps approach. They stop by her side, addressing her properly by her title, and whisper in her ear. Informing her, Talia nods her head, when she hears familiar graceful foot steps approach, along with a familiar tweet sound. Her stone face, turns to warm turning around to her ward, you Violet Grayson. Her soon to be future daughter, dressed in short light powder sky blue with silver vines designs woven in with a few leaves Cheongsam sleeveless dress and flats to match. Your frame was still meek but not as much, there was a small bit of muscle from your rigorous training, your black was now much healthier looking with a glossiness added to it. Your bangs swept to your left, while the rest of your hair laid in two pigtails upon your shoulder. With your little robin resting upon your shoulder diligently.
Looking to Talia, she smiles warmly at you. Gesturing for you to come closer which you do, standing right by her. She turns around giving you her full attention but still making sure her members performed well.
"Yes, mother."you properly greet her.
Talia places a loving hand upon your shoulder."Are you well my child?"
You look at her, there was nothing you could not get passed her in anyway, she was pretty preservative just like Damian. By the troubled look in your eyes she could see it."Come, let us talk."she dismiss the member who came to inform her so the two of you could talk. She turns back to those below you, look at them too but not so much like Talia."Speak my dear."
Inhaling softly, you began."Mother, I asks for your permission to go back to Gotham. I must return only for a little while."
Talia remained quiet."My sweet daughter, you very well why you must not return. I promised my son, you would stay here."
"I am aware of that. But...that's just it..."
There something in the tone of your voice was that was different from the previous times the two of you have had this talk."What is it?"
Your eyes drop."Something is amiss, I can feel it. I don't know what but it is."
Talia turns fully to you, her eyes widen, she knew you where not lying infact she could tell."You can feel it?"
You nod your head head"I can, I keep having this same dream, and it's getting stronger. It's about Damian and Mr. Wayne...I'm scared something will happen. Something is not right with Damian. I can sense him even from here."
Seeing the pleading and worried look in your eyes, she could see just how much this was taking effect on you. The slight bags under your eyes. Knowing your powers have grown and you have learned to get a better handle upon them, this was different. She didn't expect you to be able to sense from this far away. But whatever you where was now starting to turn itself into something that has been hunting your dreams.
You waited for her to say something, her face was unreadable to you. You where about to plead again, but she stops you holding up a hand."I give you my blessing daughter."
Hearing that you sigh happily in relief."Thank you."
"You are welcome, but you must not go to where they can recognize you. No, you must change yourself, conceal your very presence. Do not make Violet Grayson known."
Nodding your head, though you didn't want to do so. You had too.
In your room, you look at yourself in the mirror holding scissors up to your pigtails. Closing your eyes tightly and cut each pig tail. Talia stood at your door unseen as she watched you conceal yourself, your identity for the sake of her son. She couldn't he more prouder. Your handmaids came to help you with the rest, they blocked her view but she didn't mind, and leaves.
Night set upon the dark city of Gotham, crime in its very core. You looking out from your massive size window on the top floor of your temporary residence for the time being, until things became settled. Talia made sure you had the best of the best when you arrived back in Gotham. She had a two of the members accompany you to pose as your 'parents'. It was hard to believe you had been gone for some time, a huge part of you wanted to so badly reach out to your cousin, but you couldn't promising Talia you would keep yourself hidden and wrap up what you needed here. Still it itched for you to go by the manor and see everyone's faces once again. To see your garden, to make cookies with Alfred. Those memories made your happy yet sad.
Sighing, you look at yourself in the mirror, you didn't look like you. Not at all, your hair was much shorter now in a pixie style though you still kept you bangs, your hair you had dyed into a winter white, and with the help of contacts you changed your eyes color from violet-blue to soft hazel color. Lifting up your mask to conceal your lower part of your face, looking at yourself full body now. Dressed in tight flexible yet still breathable dark maroon shorts with a tight meridian halter sleeveless top, you had long tight gloves to match reaching just under your armpit, with dark flexible metal Jika-tabi to you, two tonfa on either side of your legs strapped closely to you.
Giving yourself one last look, you where ready.
