Damian Wayne

Being the twin was never easy.

And even less so when your biggest competition on Lazarus Island was always your twin brother, Damian.

You were both raised in very different ways.

While he trained with swords and developed resistance to poisons, you learned to serve, to obey, to bow your head before the future Demon's Head.

Ra's al Ghul always favored Damian. That favoritism hurt, even when you tried to convince yourself that you loved your grandfather. Your mother, Talia, didn't entirely share her father's view: for her, they were both her children. Neither deserved to be treated as less. Even so, she never dared to challenge Ra's directly.

Everything changed when she decided to take you away from the League. Away from Ra's. Away from the violence that had shaped you.

The "safe" hands she entrusted you to were none other than those of your father: Bruce Wayne.

He greeted them with surprise… two children. Two opposites. Damian, sharp-tongued and proud. You, more polite, more reserved, seeing in Bruce a savior after years of suffering.

Adjusting to a quieter life wasn't easy for either of you.

Lately, you'd noticed changes. Tim was now Red Robin, which meant the mantle of Robin was up for grabs. You saw an opportunity: to be someone, to forge your own identity, to prove you could be useful to your father.

You trained. You pushed yourself. You slept little. Sometimes, not at all.

But it wasn't enough.

"Since everyone's here," Bruce said, "I want to announce some news. Angel , you've shown your training is solid… but I've chosen Damian as the new Robin."

The words echoed through the Batcave.

Damian seemed surprised, although he was soon buried under the praise of Dick and Barbara, who seemed to have known it from the beginning.