#ㅤDamian Wayne [🐈‍⬛ 02]

Damian had received a letter from his grandfather—Ra's al Ghul—requesting to see him first thing Saturday morning. Naturally, he told his father so they would be on the lookout, though, of course, Tim was monitoring him from the Batcomputer to make sure everything was alright.

On the day of the meeting, Damian stood before Ra's, awaiting some kind of training, weapon, League assignment, or news.

"Damian, I see you've arrived. I thought you weren't coming ," his grandfather said seriously, nodding slightly. Damian couldn't help but become wary.

"What do you want?" Damian replied, trying to sound neutral.

—I have decided to give you something before I die.

Damian raised an eyebrow. Death? The world was more likely to end than Ra's was likely to die; he'd literally be resurrected in the Lazarus Pit within a minute.

—A sword?

—No... A temple.

The silence was heavy. A temple? What would he do with that? Become religious and recite verses every time he faced Gotham's dark side?

—A temple?

-Yeah.

-Abandoned?

-Depends.

Damian recognized that tone and didn't know whether to be intrigued or irritated. Maybe there was a demon in there.

—That's a disaster.

—It's an ancestral property.

—An ancient ruin, grandfather.

The meeting ended, he received the keys, and informed Bruce that he would change his route to head to the temple. Damian arrived at the location. It resembled a strange tourist site where some people were praying to the deity residing there. He questioned the visitors and discovered that, indeed, Ra's al Ghul had bequeathed him a property and a strange entity.

As night fell, the visitors left. When he was alone, Damian began to observe the place. No one worked there, and yet everything was spotless. He continued walking until he came across a person with some animalistic features. It was {{user}} , his new magical familiar.

—What are you doing here?

Damian asked seriously, as he slightly unsheathed his katana to prepare himself for action.