#Nayra Wayne

[nayrawayne]

─ FαмιƖу fαcє cƖαιмѕ

➵Bяυcє Ɯαуηє: Christian Bale ➵Dιcк Gяαуѕση: Danny Shepherd ➵Jαѕση Ƭσdd: Matthew Daddario ➵Ƭιм Dяαкє: Ryan Potter ➵Nαуяα Ɯαуηє: Liu Wen ➵Dαмιαη Ɯαуηє: Aramis Knight ➵OƖινєя Qυєєη: Charlie Hunnam ➵Dιɴαн Lαɴce: Katheryn Winnick I spent a long while coming up with these and making these edits, and I'm really happy with the casting, the only one I might change is Aramis knight to Asa Butterfield depending on the amount of content but I think Knight works better for Damian!

[nayrawayne]

─ Ƭнє Ɗємσηѕ’ Ɗуηαѕту

The penthouse of the Gotham City, Four Seasons was silent when the woman entered it, the only sound the clicking of her heals as she approached the spectacle in the center of the room. The table had been set for two, a lavish spread of food and wine she knew cost more than the rooms reservation itself sat on its polished wooden surface. But she cared not for the display of wealth and refined taste that sat on its top, for the man she had come to see was the only thing she held in her gaze. He was aging, his once black beard and hair specked now with grey that gave him the air of wisdom that came with age. He was not seated, but instead stood looking out over the city from the window. ❛Ras❜ She announced and he turned around with a smile on his aged face, holding his hands out to take hers. If he wasn’t the head of the League he might have been a friendly face, she might have smiled in return but those dark eyes glinted with something that left her and everyone else feeling unsettled. _❛Welcome Miss Wayne, thank you for accepting my invitation─❜ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ❛─Its been so long since we last spoke, ❜ This time the table was set again for two, but the chairs were far closer together. In the privet study of the great Ra’s Al Ghoul. The Wayne entered silently and the Demons’ head rose from his place to great her, taking her hand between two of his own and guiding her to her spot at the table. ❛Thank you for the invitation❜ She responded and he smiled waving the action away with a heavily ringed finger. As if it were completely natural for the head of the League off assassins to ask the protege of the Green Arrow and Batman to dinner without prior interaction with her. The blue eyed Wayne ❛Although I have to ask─❜ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ❛─Why did you invite me here Ras?❜ ❛I heard about what happened with you and Mr. Wilson And I wanted to express my condolences to you and your family. It is terrible what that made did to you. I heard you bested my grandson ❜ His tone was sincere but all the same the subject mater brought a foul taste to her mouth. It had been less than two months since the incident and she still had not recovered, physically she was fine. Dick had restrained her put her in a headlock until she passed out. She’d been fine the next day, but mentally- she wasn’t sure she’d ever be the same. She’d turned against her family. How did one come back from that? Ra’s read the distress in the lines on her face and gestured for her to take her seat, pouring eat of them a glass of wine and handing it to her as he got ready to speak. ❛I did not mean to cause you any distress Miss Wayne I simply wanted to express my condolences and offer you a proposition. I have been watching you for a while now─❜ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ❛─And I believe that what I saw in you originally is true. You have great potential and I have come to a conclusion.❜ The man paused, he had not sat down but instead stood with his hands locked behind his back as he stared out over the view from his window. Mountains rose in the background and even in the golden sunset the buildings of the assassin’s training grounds were visible, bathed in that fiery glow.  ❛I believe your time at Nanda Parbat is over, you have trained harder than most would ever dream possible and I know from the look in your eyes you have found what you sought in yourself.❜ ❛And I have found what I was searching for in you. Nayra I─❜ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ❛─ Want you to except my invitation to train with us, you would not be a member of the League but you would train from the best, learn to harness what Mr Wilson has given you and find time to return to yourself outside of what Mr Wayne believes you to be.❜ The older man paused and held her gaze as he took a sip of the wine, she was worried. Worried by the look on his face, she could see him plotting behind his eyes and she knew the man would never do anything that did not interest him yet his words were oddly calming. ❛You want me to leave Gotham─ to leave my family and go with you to Nanda Parbat?❜ ❛I know you love your family, and they love you. But you need to learn who you are with out them. Should you come with me I can give you that freedom. Come with me and leave what Mr. Wilson said behind you.❜ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ❛I told you this once before sometimes you need a chance to step out of the shadow of those around you to truly embrace who you were meant to be.❜ Ras had still not turned around but she could see him watching her in the reflection off the mirror, and she stood feeling this time as though what he would say would cary as much weight as the first time they spoke. ❛And you have done beautifully here, I do not believe there is a soul on this mountain you could not face admirably.❜ ❛Thank you Ras.❜ Despite her hesitation the Wayne could not help but feel as swell of pride at his words. And a smirk formed on her face because of it. ❛I want you to take my place as Head of the Demon.❜ Nayra stared at the man in shock, this time not caring that it showed on her face as he turned to face her. ❛You want me to take your place?❜ She asked. ❛You are far beyond the teachings of a dear Vigilante, you would be wasted on the streets Miss Wayne. Slade saw in you what your cousin can not- I want you to realize your full potential. I want you to be who you were born to be. So what say you? Will you accept my offer, and become the next Head of the Demon and take my place?❜ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ❛Yes I accept.❜

[nayrawayne]

─ A вroтнer'ѕ love

❝Despite what many might think, I didn’t have a happy childhood and I haven’t had a happy life. The first eight years were heaven but as I got older, that happiness faded away into the background. That isn’t to say however that I didn’t have people who shown a light in my darkness. And Dick Grayson was the first, and one I will before all others remember for that. I was eight when I moved to Gotham, a lonely kid who’d lost everything and now had nothing left to fill the whole in my chest that my life had left. I had arrived on a privet jet with my social worker, Bruce and one suit case full of the few personal effects that had survived the fire. Waiting on the landing strip on that grey afternoon was Dick Grayson standing on the tarmac next to Alfred smiling despite the circumstances. He was still smiling as he took the suitcase, making me look stronger than I was by pretending the suitcase was heavier than it actually was. I didn’t laugh, I didn’t smile- but thats never deterred him. He continued on like this, always that light in the darkness. Wayne Manor was big enough that with only four of us living there, we could go hours without actually seeing anyone. And I used that to my advantage. I tried to disappear into the ancient house, but he would always find me. Cracking jokes when I was pretending to be reading, or bringing me snacks when I wouldn’t talk to him. It was overbearing and yet, he was always there when things got bad. Even at school- he was there to make sure I knew where my classes were, give me a place to sit and eat for my first year there even though we were years apart. I remember the day he left Gotham like it was yesterday. He was eighteen, I was eleven and I felt like for a second time my world was breaking apart. I knew he was upset, as he knelt down and embraced me standing there on the steps of Wayne Manor with his motorcycle waiting for him down those steps. ❛You have my number N, if you need anything call me okay?❜ He’d said and I nodded, my face as plain and emotionless as I could make it. ❛I’ll see you soon.❜ He promised and the he left, leaving me on those steps. I watched until he was gone, and then I cried. I didn’t want to be alone in that house without him. But I had to be strong. He was only in Blüdhaven, only a few minutes away. It wasn’t like he was going away forever. But all the same, it was only one more year before I left as well. Even Jason wasn’t enough to keep me in that house for long. I left for Star City, I met Ollie, I became Swift and when everything was said and done when I was back in Gotham he was there to show me the ropes. I still remember his long and overly complicated explanation of how to use a grappling gun. As if I hadn’t used something like it before. He wanted to help, and all I wanted to do was show off. So I did, and he laughed. He taught me how to fly, those first nights in Gotham. Standing on the edge of a Gotham High rise with the wind blowing harder than anyone would expect. ❛Its just a leap of faith N, you just got to go.❜ He said and then he stepped off the side of the building. I followed not two seconds after, screaming with joy as the group raced towards me. Those few moments between falling and flying always remind me of him. Its always just a leap of faith. It was that smile, and those words, and the wind rushing through my hair that I remembered when I finally stood against him in the Batcave. When twisted with anger, and the need for some closure and vengeance tried to exact it on my family. With Slade Wilson by my side he was the one thing I could not overcome. We went back and fourth, him pleading and the both of us bleeding and when I finally should have gotten the upper hand. I could’t finish it. I couldn’t finish him. And in that hesitation he ended it. He was the last thing I saw in that fight. In that haze of anger. And when I woke up he was there, holding my hand. Sitting beside the bed in the medical wing with my wrists cuffed to the sides of the bed and his hands around one of mine. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days, and when I started to cry, he was the first to forgive me. Always a light, even in my darkest moments. A light I will never be able to repay, but one I will always follow to find my way home.❞ 

[nayrawayne]

─ A ρєяfєcт мαтcн

❝Young love is a scary thing. You're so full of emotions you can hardly control yourself, in those first few weeks he was all I could think about, all I could see when I closed my eyes, all I could taste on my tongue. In those first few weeks he was the only thing in the world that mattered. When he touched me I felt alive, and when he was gone I felt like the world had ripped away a part of me. I hated it. I hated feeling so dependent on someone, it was an addiction, he was my drug and I couldn't get enough. I knew in those weeks nothing would ever be enough and it turned me sour. I was so scared of how I felt, I wanted to scream at him to go away, to leave me alone, to let me continue on with my life as I had before. But when he left, I had to keep myself from beginning him to come back. We were a perfect match, but sadly matches burn. We burned so brightly, with so much passion and in such a blaze that even we recoiled in shock of what we had become. It was to much to fast. At night I could see his smile, during the day I could hear his laugh. I could feel his hands on me when I was alone and when I was with him all I wanted to do was touch him. He was my drug, My addiction, My guilt, My Passion. He was everything I felt, everything I wanted to feel and everything I was to scared to admit that I did. We were a perfect match, physically, chemically, emotionally, but we burned so brightly I was worried we wouldn't last.❞

[nayrawayne]

❝Swift was a name I chose to get away from it all, to be my own hero. I’m not Batman’s daughter, and I will never take his name.❞

[nayrawayne]

─ Hєαdcαησηѕ

➵ Nayra has her own wealth that she inherited from her father upon her 18th birthday making her completely financially independent from her cousin. ➵ She loves to ice skate, its something her mother taught her when she was younger and had her life not changed so drastically she might have even competed on a professional level ➵ While Dick is her favorite brother, Jason has always been the one she connected with more. Some of her happiest childhood memories are the two of them before his death. ➵ Jason was the first person to teach her how to ride a motorcycle. ➵ Despite her own financial resources Nayra joined Wayne Enterprises at the age of twenty, taking up the role of Head of Wayne Enterprises International Relations. It gives her a chance to build her own name as well as travel, letting her deal with threats outside of Gotham.   ➵ Nayra specializes in languages, having been raised to speak English and Mandarin fluently, the academy in Star City that she attended as a teenager had a strong focus on languages helping her not only speak multiple fluently but also giving her the core structure needed to understand even more ➵ She's always had a dark side to her, and if it was't for her family likely would have taken up Ras offer ➵ On bad days she regrets not taking it. ➵ She's spent a lot of money trying to help rehabilitate the criminals in Gotham. ➵ She wants to be better than Batman. And will do damn well anything to prove she is. ➵ For a long time she was angry that Damian was alive, she wanted to be the sole heir to her cousin. She's since grown out of it, but always felt betrayed. ➵ She prefers Star City to Gotham. ➵ She is a diehard fangirl of Black Canary and chose the vigilante name Swift in honor of her. ➵ She wishes she was closer with Emiko ➵ She can't remember her parents faces or their voices, instead when she thinks of them she can only remember Oliver and Dinah. ➵ Although she's never been asked Nayra would willingly help raise Lian Harper as though she was family. ➵ She truly loves Roy Harper, so much so that it hurts. 

This gif was found on Giphy so credit to its original creator. 

[nayrawayne]

─ Mу σωη ωєαρση

❝ I became a vigilante when I was twelve years old. I’ll admit, it was for rather selfish reasons but I became one nonetheless. Under the tutelage of Oliver Queen I rose to be his new protege, it wasn’t supposed to happen but it did. Back in the old days, I even tried out a bow and arrow- but it wasn’t my thing. I preferred the nitty gritty personal fighting that Kali and Escrima sticks provide. As I grew better under the wing of the Green Arrow, I caught my cousins attention- and nothing stays hidden from the Bat for long. I came back to Gotham to work with him, to train with him- I thought it was one of the better decisions of my life. Swift was born in Star, not in Gotham and I refused to take the Bat symbol because of that.

I wanted to be my own hero.

I thought that training under Bruce would get me there, and in a way it did. Working with The Batman brought me notoriety and fame, from there I partnered with the Teen Titans, and came back to my home in Star when I felt like it- it was like living a dream in a way. I had everything I could have wanted and everything I could have hoped for.

But

tragedy has never stayed away for to long.

As Swift grew, so did the attention on her- and my cousins Villains, and even those of Oliver Queen himself tried their hands at me. The saw me as a weak point, just like every other protege, I just happened to be a hit two bird with one stone sort of situation. But they didn’t succeed. I prevailed against them, time and time again. Until the day Slade Wilson came for me and me alone.

He beat me, drugged me, and took who I was and turned her inside out. It's called

brainwashing,

although it didn’t feel like it. What he did was he brought all my anger, all my hate, all my rage to the surface and he used it. He honed it, he crafted it and in the time I spent by his side- he forged it into a weapon that no one was quite ready to face.

Then he turned me against my family.

When I awoke from what he'd done, I did not recognize myself. I was better and I knew it. My skills, reflexes, even simply my perception in a fight was better- Slade had known what he was doing when he made me. As much as I hated it, he’d done a damn good job.

I hated myself more in those weeks then I have in my entire life, and that is saying something. In that weakness, I was approached by another possibility, another shadowy figure who promised to help me find my center again. I took Ra’s Al Ghul's hand and I let him elevate me as he saw fit. For months I tried under his tutelage, I learned to rekindle the spark I had had as swift, and turn it into something that I could use. I was no longer a weapon at anyone else hand but myself. Of course, Ras was never altruistic, it's not in his nature and I knew going in he wanted something from me, I never could have guessed what that would be.

He wanted me to be his successor,

Bruce had said no, Damian had said no, he did not trust Talia and he now looked to me. He told me in those months he had been watching me, he’d been watching me since he learned of what Wilson had done, he’d been intrigued and the idea had come to him after watching how I had turned against my own family for the sake of emotions. Emotions I would likely never use again for that very reason.

I declined his offer, I didn’t want to- in truth- there is a part of me that wanted to be come the head of the League. I would have been the most powerful woman in the world I would have been the closest thing to a god a mortal born girl could achieve. With my hands I could shape the world, for the better- if I wanted.

But said no

. I didn’t know why but I know why now.

I don’t want to be someone else

pawn.

I have never wanted to simply be a player in someone else game. I have, since the moment I called myself Swift and declined the symbol of a Bat or an Arrow, been my own person and my own warrior.

I will no longer be someone else weapon.

I am my own woman.

And it is time that I finally put that into realization.❞

[nayrawayne]

─Hυмαη

❝I live in a world of gods and monsters, were cities fall and oceans decimate the shores. I live in a world where innocence is a fleeting grace, and the actions of one person can dictate the course of the future. I live in a world with gods, and aliens and everything in between. Where wars and fought and one by a handful of gifted individuals. Individuals who can run at the speed of light, who can fly, control the very world around them. But I am not one of them. I am human, so utterly and irrevocably human. I do not have god given gifts, nor was I born with anything other than the average man. I am not full of hope, nor impervious to sorrow. I am human, I fall, I break, I cry, I hurt, and I get back up. Because I am not a god, nor am I a monster. I am that place outside of both of them. Someone who operations under the guise of something other than human, as a mask and a suit, and a pair of swords- but someone who bleeds just like the child who falls and skims their knee. I can not out fight a Kryptonian, nor go toe to toe with an Amazonian. I can not fight every battle on even turf. But my gifts are not physical, for while I can not fight them on their terms I can out think them on mine. ❞

[nayrawayne]

─ Ɯну dσ уσυ fιgнт?

❝Darkness becomes us. We work from the shadows, we live in the night. We work for the light, but it must never touch us, because should we hear the love of others- we will be reminded of how human we really are. And humanity has its weakness' and we can not afford to know them. I was born in fire, the girl I was burned away and for years I knew no purpose but my own unending and unabated rage. It was in the darkness and the night that I found what I was looking for. I found purpose and I found solace in the night, and while I will never see the world for what it is in the light I can know that it is by my sacrifice that people still live there. I must be willing to work without applause because if I hear it I know that they have recognized me and that was never the point. The point was to make a world where we were not needed, where people did not know the difference between the darkness and the light because fear had no place in either of them. I lived to work in the darkness of the streets, in the shadows of the night, but as I worked and as I tried to make those streets a better place I realized that the true darkness that will forever haunt me is the darkness in my own soul. I can not hear the applause of others because my final battle is not for them, and it will not come when I am ready for it. My final battle will be in my own heart, in my own darkness and when that battle comes there will be no applause for me. Only the defining silence of defeated demons.❞

[nayrawayne]

Memories are scars that never fade. But they don't make you any less beautiful or anymore fragile. Not unless you let them.

Nayra Wayne

[nayrawayne]

─Sωєєт Sιxтєєη

❝Sweet sixteen and you’re standing on the edge You’re already condemned You’re screaming on the ledge, hands out stretched Towards the pain that never ends. Its all inside your head, Sweet sixteen and your hands are bruised and beaten You did it to yourself Your head hangs defeated Your standing on the edge You’re crying and you’re pleading Everyone one knows There’s no hope for the life you’re leading. Sweet sixteen and you’re never going to die You gotta make sure no one saw you cry Lift up your head and wipe away your eyes Head up darlin to the horror in of your lies Sweet sixteen and you’re gonna prove them wrong Because you’ve come to far to be anything but strong❞

[nayrawayne]

─ Yoυ тold мe yoυ were cleαɴ, Yoυ're ѕo ғυcĸιɴɢ dιѕнoɴeѕт, Now yoυ're мαĸιɴɢ α ѕceɴe. Wнy coυldɴ'т yoυ jυѕт ĸeep yoυr proмιѕe?

❝I told him that I loved him, but I didn’t love his addiction. He’s struggled for as long as I have known him yet I know he’s stronger than it. He told me he loved me, he told me he was clean. But that night, when I looked him in the eyes I knew it had been a lie. I remember the way my stomach dropped, and my hand slipped away from his cheek. He didn’t even say sorry─ he denied it. ❛I’m clean. I’m clean N.❜ He’d told me his voice slurred, and I almost believed him. He was lying to my face, his eyes, those brilliant green eyes that I feel in love with, far to wide. Gods he was high. And he was lying to my face. ❛You fucking─❜ I remember how my voice broke in my throat unable to bridge the gap to my mouth. The way my vision was blurred by what I first through were tears- but was really anger. ❛You fucking asshole❜ My fist hit his chest, there was no strength behind it, only anger and betrayal. My Roy, my Roy who had promised he was getting better, who had promised me he was stronger than this- who promised he was getting better. My Roy and here he stood before me, his words slurred as he continued ❛I’m clean. I’m clean. Nayra baby, I’m clean.❜ ❛Show me your arm.❜ I had said, my voice as watery as my eyes. ❛Naaay I’m clean❜ ❛Show me your fucking arm❜ He hadn’t moved and so I shoved his sleeve up myself. Shoved his sleeve up and saw the truth for myself. The band marks on his forearm, the needle mark that marred his perfect skin. ❛You liar❜ I had hissed and he brought his hand up to my face. ❛I’m clean.❜ He’ continued to promise, stroking my head like he liked to do. Playing with my hair and whipping the tears from my eyes. ❛Why are you crying? I’m clean.❜ As if I would believe him, as if I could believe him. He leaned his head down, trying to kiss me. ❛Don’t touch me.❜ I’d snapped and pushed him away, he stumbled backwards, falling onto the couch. ❛Nay─❜ ❛You promised! You promised me.❜ I had sobbed, but I wasn’t sad, I was angry. I was livid. All those moments between us, just us in the comfort of our own skins. All those moments where he had promised to be clean. His voice against my throat, his hands on my body, those promises had been sacred. Made at our most tender times. And they had all been lies. ❛Where’d you get it? Who’d you buy from? Was it Black Mask? The Falcone’s?❜ But he didn’t answer. He couldn’t he was high as a fucking kite and just sitting there staring at me. ❛Where’d you get the money? Was it Jay? Did Jason give you the cash? Did you sell something/ What’d you sell? Your bow? Was it something of mine?❜ He was still staring at me. Staring at me like I didn’t know he was lying. ❛How dare you Roy Harper. You promised me. You promised me you’d stay clean. I─ I believed you. I trusted you❜ That seemed to sober him up. Slowly he sat up, the color draining from his face. ❛Nayra- Nayra I’m sorry❜ ❛No you’re not.❜ He looked at me, and God─ I knew he was sorry. I could see it in his eyes and yet, it only made me more angry. ❛N- it wont happen again.❜ ❛Bullshit. Thats what you said last time.❜ I screamed and turned away from him, I couldn’t look at him. Not like that. Struggling to hold on to some grasp on reality. ❛Nayra- I promise-❜ He stood up, his hand on my shoulder trying to turn me back towards him. ❛No Roy.❜ My fingers found his hand, but I didn’t hold it. I couldn’t hold it. Instead I pushed it away. ❛I can’t do this anymore. I cant.❜ My voice was shaking, words I never thought I would say to him. ❛I love you Roy Harper. But I can’t keep doing this.❜ ❛Nayra-❜ ❛Get out.❜ ❛What?❜ ❛Get out of my house.❜ I could hear the shock in his voice. I could hear the disregard. ❛You don’t mean that.❜ ❛No I do. I can’t love you like this.❜ He was silent for a long moment, he wanted me to turn around. To turn around and forgive him, but I couldn’t do that. I couldn’t forgive him. Not again. ❛Nayra─ What can I do to fix this?❜ He finally said and I could still hear the slur in his words. God he was so good at hiding it. And I was so good as seeing through it. ❛Rehab Roy. Get clean. I mean it this time. Get out─ and get help.❜ He sucked in a breath, and his breath shook. He was crying. ❛Okay- okay, I’m sorry.❜ He whispered and then I heard him walk away. ❛I love you❜ He whispered and then he closed the doors behind him. I cried myself to sleep that night.❞

I have no clue where this gif is from, but I really want to know because its so cool and I’d love to know XD

[nayrawayne]

❚Opeɴιɴɢ Bᴀᴛᴄᴀᴠᴇ Fιleѕ❚ L o a d i n g….. ❚eɴтer тнe pαѕѕword❚ « ∘∘∘∘∘∘∘∘∘ » ❚Acceѕѕ Grαɴтed❚ P R O C E S S I N G…. ❚Selecт ғιle yoυ woυld lιĸe тo opeɴ❚ 【Iɴᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴜᴀʟs ᴏғ Iɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛ】             ↳ Gᴏᴛʜᴀᴍ             ↳Mᴇᴛʀᴏᴘᴏʟɪs             ↳Bʟᴜ̈ᴅʜᴀᴠᴇɴ             ↳Sᴛᴀʀ Cɪᴛʏ             ↳Cᴏᴀsᴛ Cɪᴛʏ             ↳Cᴇɴᴛʀᴀʟ Cɪᴛʏ             ↳Lᴇᴀɢᴜᴇ L o a d i n g…..             ↳ Aʟɪᴇs             ↳Eɴᴇᴍɪᴇs L o a d i n g…..   [Aʟғʀᴇᴅ Pᴇɴɴʏᴡᴏʀᴛʜ | Pᴇɴɴʏᴏɴᴇ]   [Rɪᴄʜᴀʀᴅ Gʀᴀʏsᴏɴ | Nɪɢʜᴛᴡɪɴɢ] →〘ᵘᵖᵈᵃᵗᵉ ʳᵉᵠᵘᶤʳᵉᵈ ᵗʳᵃᶰˢᶠᵉʳ ᵗᵒ ᴮˡᵘ̈ᵈʰᵃᵛᵉᶰ ᶠᶤˡᵉ〙   [Jᴀᴍᴇs Gᴏʀᴅᴏɴ]     [Bᴀʀʙᴀʀᴀ Gᴏʀᴅᴏɴ | Bᴀᴛɢɪʀʟ]   [Jᴀsᴏɴ Tᴏᴅᴅ | Rᴇᴅ Hᴏᴏᴅ]   [Tɪᴍ Dʀᴀᴋᴇ | Rᴇᴅ Rᴏʙɪɴ] ➤ [Nᴀʏʀᴀ Wᴀʏɴᴇ | Jᴜsᴛɪᴄᴇ]         ➵ [Yes]      [No]   [Kᴀᴛʜʀɪɴᴇ Kᴀɴᴇ | Bᴀᴛᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ]   [Dᴀᴍɪᴀɴ Wᴀʏɴᴇ | Rᴏʙɪɴ]   [Sᴇʟɪɴᴀ Kʏʟᴇ | Cᴀᴛᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ]     [Cᴀssᴀɴᴅʀᴀ Cᴀɪɴ | Oʀᴘʜᴀɴ]   [Sᴛᴇᴘʜᴀɴɪᴇ Bʀᴏᴡɴ | Sᴘᴏɪʟᴇʀ] L o a d i n g….. ❚eɴтer тнe pαѕѕword❚ « ∘∘∘∘∘∘∘∘∘ » L o a d i n g….. ██░░░░░░░░ 20% ████░░░░░░ 40% ███████░░░ 70% ██████████ 100% → Aᴄᴄᴇss Gʀᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ Fɪʟᴇ: Nαуrα Ɯαуηє ❚Do yoυ wιѕн тo coɴтιɴυe?❚ ✔ Yes No Ｆｉｌｅ  ｌｏａｄｅｄ   ｓｕｃｃｅｓｓｆｕｌｌｙ． ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬          ┊ Sᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ₁﹕ Gᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ Iɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ┊ ┃ ᴺᵃᵐᵉ:     ─Nayra 映月 Wayne ┃ ᴺᵃᵐᵉ ᴹᵉᵃᶰᶤᶰᵍ:       ─Nayra:〘 Pronounced: Nah-y-ra 〙                    Nayra is another spelling of the girl name Naira. They are the same name and have the same meaning and pronunciation. Both spellings are acceptable. A name of India origin which means Beautiful         ─映月:〘 Pronounced: Ying Yue 〙                  Reflection of the moon        ─Wayne:〘 Pronounced: w AI n 〙                 This interesting name is of early medieval origin and is a metonymic occupational name for a carter, a driver of a wain or waggon, and sometimes for a waggon-builder. The derivation is from the Olde English pre 7th Century "Waegn", "Waegen", Middle English "Wain", meaning "cart" or "waggon". In some cases, the modern surnames, which can be found as "Wain(e)", "Waines" and "Wayne", may derive from a topographical name, used to denote residence at a house distinguished with the sign of the "Wain". This was probably so from the constellation of the Plough, known in the Middle Ages as "Charles's Wain", referring to the Charlemagne. One John Attenwayne (1327, Derbyshire) is named from this source. Church recordings include one Margaret Wayne who married Morgayne Cotterell on January 30th 1568 at St. Dionis Backchurch, London, and Mary, daughter of John and Elizabeth Wain who was christened on October 10th 1652 at St. Dunstan's, Stepney. One John Waine and his wife Amyte are recorded as early setters in Virginia in 1624, having arrived in 1618. The first recorded spelling of the family name is shown to be that of John Wayn, which was dated 1319, The Essex Fees Court Records, during the reign of King Edward 1st, Edward of Caernafon, 1307 - 1327. ┃ ᴺᶤᶜᵏᶰᵃᵐᵉˢ:     ─N     ─Birdy ┃ ᴬˡᶤᵃˢᵉˢ:     ─ Swift               :  Swift; like the small birds from her was chosen by a young Nayra after first becoming a vigilante at the side of the Green Arrow, she wanted a name that would pay homage to Dinah Lance the Black Canary while still remaining something of her own. She chose the name specifically for the birds were common and still are in er home and it was a small detail she longed to commemorate.   ─ Justice              :  After returning from her time with Salde Wilson and the League Of Assassins, Nayra no longer felt like the child she had been and in an effort to reflect that and step into a new realization of herself and her abilities she took the name Justice as a promise to others and a reminder to herself of what she stood for. ┃ ᴬᵍᵉ:     ─ 16+ ┃ ᴳᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ:     ─Female ┃ ᴺᵃᵗᶤᵒᶰᵃˡᶤᵗʸ:     ─Chinese     ─American ┃ ᴿᵃᶜᵉ:     ─Half Chinese half Caucasian ┃ ᴼᶜᶜᵘᵖᵃᵗᶤᵒᶰ:     ─Student     ─Vigilante       ┃ ᴬᶠᶠᶤˡᶤᵃᵗᶤᵒᶰ:     ─Arrow Family     ─Batfamily     ─Teen Titans ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬   ┊ Sᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ₂ Pʜʏsɪᴄᴀʟ Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ┊ ┃ ᴴᵃᶤʳ:     ─Black     ─Usually falls to her mid back in characteristically straight fashion ┃ ᴱʸᵉ ᶜᵒˡᵒʳ:     ─Dark blue eyes ┃ ˢᵏᶤᶰ ᵀᵒᶰᵉ:     ─Olive ┃ ᴮᵘᶤˡᵈ:     ─Lanky     ─Lean     ─Extremely fit and toned ┃ ᴴᵉᶤᵍʰᵗ:     ─5’8 ┃ ᵂᵉᶤᵍʰᵗ:     ─130lbs ┃ ᴰᵉˢᶜʳᶤᵖᵗᶤᵒᶰ:     ─Nayra is a beautiful young woman with features that greatly resemble her mother and asian heritage. With soft features, large moonlit eyes and dark hair. Her eyes are her most striking feature and the one which lingers in the memories of others while she is long gone, the dark almost unnatural blue. She shares those blue eyes with her father and cousin Bruce Wayne, although not in the exact same shade. While she looks like her mother the resemblances to her father’s family are quite visible after only a short period after meeting her as all of her mannerisms and even some vocal intonation resemble her stoic cousin.        She is tall and often described as lanky, as a child she was quite gangly with knobby knees and bruised elbows however as she has grown up she has grown into her body. While she lacks the curves of other women her age her body is quite muscular and toned from years of training and a demanding physical lifestyle. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬              ┊ Sᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ₃﹕ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ ┊ ┃ ᴾᵉʳˢᵒᶰᵃˡᶤᵗʸ:     ─In her youth Nayra was known for her quick temper and callous remarks as well as a stubborn nature which has yet to lift. Never one to let people see her own weaknesses she constantly pointed them out in others and frankly bullied those around her whenever they  attempt to get close. To stubborn to admit she wanted the affection of her family she constantly acted out to get her cousins attention, which when received was rebuked like a Anxious Ambivalent Childs attachment. This lasted for the four years she lived in Gotham after the death of her parents     ─Her anger has always been an issue for her, as she has never found a proper and healthy outlet- and could greatly benefit from seeing a therapist. It has often lead to many short relationships and unsteady friendships. That being said, once she regards someone as a close friend the facade she puts on for the world falls away and she can be quite calm and charming.     ─She is regarded as aloof and guarded when it comes to those she does not know, she goes out of her way to alienate people and make them feel unwelcome in her presence. When out of the costume she is known to flaunt her wealth and lives vivaciously, when in the costume she flaunts her talents and her skills.     ─These childish antics however have calmed in past years and as she has matured she has grown to be extremely loyal to those she trusts as well as protective. While not a bad person Nayra has gone through many trials in her life and they have left her scared and broken, she is healing but it takes time and reaching out is hard. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬              ┊ Sᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ₄﹕ Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴛɪᴇs ┊ ┃ ᶠᵃᵐᶤˡʸ:     ─Parents:                       Father: James Wayne 〘ᴰᵉᶜᵉᵃˢᵉᵈ〙                       Mother: 阮歌飞 ‘Ruǎn gē fēi’ 〘ᴰᵉᶜᵉᵃˢᵉᵈ〙     ─Extended Family:                       Grandmother: Unknown name〘ᴰᵉᶜᵉᵃˢᵉᵈ〙                       Grandfather: Patrick Wayne 〘ᴰᵉᶜᵉᵃˢᵉᵈ〙                       Aunt: Martha Wayne〘ᴰᵉᶜᵉᵃˢᵉᵈ〙                       Uncle: Thomas Wayne〘ᴰᵉᶜᵉᵃˢᵉᵈ〙                       Cousin: Bruce Wayne                       First cousin Once removed: Damian Wayne     ─Adoptive siblings:                       Brother: Richard Grayson                       Brother: Jason Todd ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬              ┊ Sᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ₅﹕ Wᴇᴀᴘᴏɴs ᴀɴᴅ Aʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs ┊ ┃ ᵂᵉᵃᵖᵒᶰˢ:     ─Escrema sticks:                       : While she can fight hand to hand she prefers to have Escrema sticks on her when in the suit     ─Extendable batons                       : When she is not in suit N carries with her two extendable batons that are easily concealable and transportable. while most of the time they are not needed- she does live in Gotham.     ─Utility Belt:                       : Birdarang: explosive, electric as well as a few others                       : Handheld Grappling hook/gun:                       : Smoke pellets/ bombs                       : Rebreather                       : taser                       : lock picks                       : Binoculars/night vision goggles                       ─Wrist Computer                       : Small computer built into the armored glove she wares on her right hand. It is linked to the Bat-computer and can be used for analytical problems and to track police wires.               ─Bow and Arrow                       :  Nayra was trained with a bow for the first few months with a bow and arrow. With Oliver as her mentor it was to be expected but it soon became clear that she was much better suited to be using a more physical weapon. Even though she does not use it in the field she has a decent shot and can fight with the bow as a weapon.     ─Hooked Swords                       : During the five months that Nayra was held captive and trained by Slade Wilson she discovered a talent with Hooked swords. She only used them for a short amount of time but still can leave devastating injuries as well as fight non lethally with them. ┃ ᴬᵇᶤˡᶤᵗᶤᵉˢ:     ─Genius level intellect                       : Something she inherited from her parents, her mother was a renown doctor who traveled the world going to school and working with patients. Her father had a mind of business and while not as bright as his wife was not by any means dull. N is very bright exceeding in school although she doesn’t apply herself and can many times out think her opponents. Although in the past she has not always put her mind to the best work, whether it be devising ways to get out of school or things she wants.     ─Trained in hand to hand combat                       : Nayra Wayne has been trained by some of the best fighters in the DC universe, beginning with the Green Arrow and the Black Canary she continued her training under the watchful eye of Batman, later in life her list of teachers Included the famed Mercenary Assassin Deathstroke and the Ancient League of Assassins. She is one of the best hand to hand fighters in the world due to her training and constant practice and is truly a formidable opponent.     ─Master instigator                       : Ever since she was little N has been unruly but that morphed into blatant instigation as she got older and while she still works to keep tendencies under locks, she often times insults opponents. This started in school when she would instigate fights with other children, even without training she did it for the attention, this later transitioned to her hero work when she would take on those way above her caliber to an extent its been referenced as almost suicidal.     ─Leadership                       : ��Having mellowed considerably with age and having worked with many different groups and organizations in her life N has developed a very strong sense of leadership. She is intuitive when it comes to battle and while she might clash with people on e personal level there is no doubt she is a strong leader who keeps the best interests of others in mind._     ─Tactician                         :  After much training and experience N has learned how to properly read a situation and strategize to her own benefit, she is a remarkable tactician on the field and even capable of commanding teams to success._ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬              ┊ Sᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ₆﹕ Bɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ ┊ ┃ ᴾˡᵃᶜᵉ ᵒᶠ ᴮᶤʳᵗʰ:     ─Nanning China ┃ ᴾˡᵃᶜᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ᴿᵉˢᶤᵈᵉᶰᶜᵉ:     ─Nanning China     ─Gotham City     ─Star City ┃ ᴮᶤᵒ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Pᴀʀᴛ ₁﹕ Oʀɪɢɪɴs ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Nayra Wayne is the daughter of Billionaire James Wayne and Doctor Ruǎn gē fēi Her father was James Wayne, Tomas Wayne’s younger brother. The two brothers didn't get along through any of their childhood and when James turned eighteen he left. He took his part of the family fortune and became an entrepreneur as well as a globetrotter. On one trip back to America he met and fell in love with a Harvard Medical student by the name of  阮歌飞, after she finished her PHD they moved to Nanning China. While she didn’t have any family this was where she had grown up and preferred to live. James had the money to help and after a few years of dating they married. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Pᴀʀᴛ ₂﹕ Eᴀʀʟʏ Lɪғᴇ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Nayra was born a few years later and as her parents had done everything in their power to keep their lives out of the spotlight that had followed the Wayne family for years, Nayra was rather unknown to the public. She grew up in all the comforts she could ask for but more then anything she reveled in the attention of her parents. Amazed by both their professions she was constantly asking questions and became very intuitive at a young age. Her father took special pride in raising her, he made sure she never had to want for anything but at the same time that she understood her standing. His dislike of his family tainted her view of America however and while she took to english easily she rejected that part of herself. That was until the fire. One night when Nayra was eight the home her parents had raised her in caught fire. Her parents rooms were on the top floor of the house and the fire started just below them. Trapped they never made it out of the fire. A rescue team however was able to find and save N as she attempted to get up the flaming steps towards her parents. In the process off her attempted rescue she burned her hand leaving her forever scared on her left palm. She was taken by authorities to a nearby hospital where she was treated for burns and smoke inhalation. In that time not only were her parents confirmed dead but her only living relative, a now adult Bruce Wayne was contacted of the tragedy. Bruce willingly agreed to become guardian of his younger cousin and traveled to Nanning to meet her for the first time. She was kept in the hospital for over a month as the Doctors made sure she was safe to travel, in that time she got to know her cousin and came to realize the harsh terms of what had happened. Everything she had ever known and loved was burned away in the fire. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Pᴀʀᴛ ₃﹕  Gᴏᴛʜᴀᴍ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Bruce took her back to Gotham, a place she already disliked from her father's stories and began her life there. Albeit begrudgingly. Incredibly stubborn by nature and still traumatized by what had happened N refused to attempt to connect with anyone she met, instead of speaking English which she spoke brokenly and understood perfectly she only spoke in Mandarin. This shared lasted for well over half a year as she struggled to cope with her new life. While she did not know this, Bruce was already Batman, her new cousin Dick Grayson, already Robin and she was not to know of any of it. While she did not know of the secret between her and the other members of the household she felt it, she never felt truly accepted in the home and her cousins long absences only fed into her anger. While it was not his fault that he was busy N needed someone to be there for her, and while she had Alfred and Dick she wanted Bruce to be the figure she lost. But he never was. His seeming lack of interest caused N to lash out to get his attention, she caused problems at school and more often than not there was a call home about her behavior at least once a week. She in the four years after moving to Gotham she moved schools four times. Despite her disciplinary record her grades were always top notch showing just how brilliant the young Wayne could be- if she actually tried. When she was twelve a combination of things happened, one she was kicked out of the fourth school she had attended, the first Middle school and there were serious talks about her eligibility to continue attending schools in the District. The second was a different fault of her own, having become very close to her adoptive cousin Dick Grayson, who she thought of as a brother by then, she was shocked when he left the manor. She knew that he was old enough to leave but the bad blood between him and her cousin made the move worse for her. At that time Jason Todd was also brought into the fold and while the two hit it off quite well the secret’s forced between them once again turned N sour. The final was the decision of the girl herself that Gotham would not make her happy, despite her young age she knew that the city, which she had always found to be dark and dismal and so completely without hope, was no home for her. So she began researching programs outside of Gotham that would challenge her academically and provide enough distance between her and the cursed city. The program she chose was one in Star City, across America and closer to her native home. Bruce, realizing that her decision to leave was one that would not only keep her away from the family secrets but also be better for her in the long run agreed and Nayra enrolled in the Academy as soon as she possibly cool. It was a move that arguably changed her life for the better. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Pᴀʀᴛ ₄﹕ Sᴛᴀʀ Sᴛᴜᴅᴅᴇᴅ Aᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇs ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬  The school was wary of accepting N at first due to her record but Bruce payed them a substantial amount of money which helped soften their decision. While in the academy, which featured a language intensive program Nayra flourished. She didn’t feel the need to show off or act out in anyway that harmed her learning or that of others. She easily stayed in the top of her class, challenged by the courses and with much of her day focused on something she loved, her birth language, N thrived. It was in Star City that N met the man who she would come to think of as the closest thing to a father she had. Oliver Queen, aka the Green Arrow. There first meetings were quite by chance, Nayra had a tendency to find danger and the Green Arrow had a tendency to be there when she did. After the fifth or six time they had met under similar circumstances Oliver decided enough was enough and that if Nayra was to be in constant danger she would need to learn how to defend herself. The training started five months into her schooling in Star. Oliver keep his hood up but the more N grew to be a very proficient protégé the more Oliver realized she was made for the job. He revealed his identity to her and her training took on a more official sense. N spent months training rigorously with Oliver until he deemed she was ready to put on the mask. She chose the mantle of Swift, not only due to her speed but she had recently completed a biology unit and the Swift birds were one of the first that came to mind. She was fourteen when she took up the mantel publicly and gained media attention in Star city. Media however wasn’t the only attention she gained, her cousin was soon aware that GA had taken up a new protégé. It didn’t take the Batman long to realize what had happened but it did take some time for him to decide how to act. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Pᴀʀᴛ ₅﹕ Tʜᴇ Rᴇᴛᴜʀɴ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Nayra was 14 almost fifteen when she returned to Gotham, her cousin having come to her in Star City and quite blatantly told her what he knew. Before he could reveal his secret however N put it together. Shocked and angered by the revelation N did not wish to return to Gotham despite her cousins insistence that she was not ready to wear a mask. It took many hours of deliberation with Oliver before she agreed to return to Gotham. Swift changed her life in more ways than one, besides giving her a second life it also gave her a place to channel her anger and her rage. She changed when she put on the mask, becoming in many ways a better person then she had been before. She was not a lost as she had been when she first came to Gotham and her return was very much a rebirth. Her first months in Gotham she was not aloud to venture out in mask. Instead her cousin kept her under strict training until he deemed she was ready. It took weeks before he let her out on patrol and despite his staunch stance that she was not to patrol without him, she did it anyway. During her first few months and her first few years she was not alone in the Batcave; an old school friend was wearing the mantel as Robin. Tim Drake- one of the few people she’d deemed acceptable for her young self to be around. He had started out as Robin a few months before Swift took to the streets of Star and the shared age made the two not just rivals but close friends. For the next few years Nayra, as Swift grew up on the streets of Gotham. She threw her whole life into it. School took up exactly six hours, homework another six and then- and then she was flying. She learned quickly on the streets and after a few ass kickings she found and made a name for herself. She never took the Bat symbol anywhere on her suit a stark distinction to most of the family- even though her ties were obvious enough. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Pᴀʀᴛ ₆﹕ Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ Tɪᴇs ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ As she grew older N began splitting her time between Star city and Gotham less and less, she found it harder to leave Gotham- the unhealthily pull her rathe thad talked about that kept so many people trapped it in. She felt as though no matter what she did as Swift she never truly made much of a difference and so each night was a mother chance to prove that she was making a difference. It became almost addicting and as such her time spent elsewhere decreased dramatically, though her work with the titans still continued the free time she spent with them decreased noticeably as well. Finally after some deliberation with Dick and Tim, both of whom knew and shared her struggles she took a break from Gotham and traveled to Star City. She stayed with Oliver in Star for two months and when she returned she barely recognized Gotham. A new vigilante was on the scene, one who didn’t subscribe to Batman’s strict no killing code- The Red Hood. Nayra arrived just as the newcomer had secured his position with the local drug trade, killing off competition and any who got in his way. Swift found herself in a deadly game between her cousin and the Hood, one that ended with the latter’s unmasking. Getting caught in the cross fires however brought a very painful truth to the surface however when the Red hood revealed his identity to her some days after Bruce himself had discerned it. Jason Todd, one of the many uncertainties of her life had come back from the dead. Since N had been in Star when he had died she hadn’t made it back for the funeral, she had never been given a clear answer as to how he had died either. No one wanted to talk about it and left Nayra questioning the morality of leaving some villains alive.  In an attempt to keep them out of further play in the Hood’s game, Bruce grounded Tim and Nayra. Nayra did not take to it very well but before she could disobey her cousins orders it was over. Jason had revealed himself to Bruce who already knew of him- the Joker had been put back in prison and Jason had disappeared seemingly getting what he wanted. This didn’t last long, however as Jason made the Red Hood a regular player on the streets of Gotham- taking his own version of justice to those he felt needed it. Despite this Jason and Nayra met a few times in and out of the mask, working together to take down criminals and reconciling the past. Things changed once again however when Talia Al Ghul dropped her ten year old son on her cousins doorstep- pretty literally. Damian Wayne was precocious, spoiled, violent and everything Nayra had been when she came to Gotham for the first time- with the added benefit that the young boy was a trained assassin. Damian represented a unique challenge for Nayra- a way for her to make up for her troubled past she did everything in her power to protect the youngest Wayne. Often times her attempts fell to mockery but every now and then, the slightest hint of gratitude would shine through the sarcastic and venomous exterior that N was used to portraying herself and she knew it was worth it. Her actions worked however, her attempts to make her young cousin feel at home aided in the development of their relationship, both of them quick to call the other out on bullshit they became like siblings and for the first time N found someone she truly felt responsible for. She would do anything to keep him safe. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Pᴀʀᴛ ₇﹕ Bʀᴏᴋᴇɴ Bɪʀᴅ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Despite the many changes that came with Nayra putting on the mask, she always had trouble connecting with people. She loved her family and her friends but it didn’t stop her from feeling isolated and alone from them. She felt trapped by her anger and her rage and it wasn’t long before someone used it against her- and those she loved.   While out on patrol one night with Robin and Batgirl, the three vigilantes where caught in an explosion which left them all unconscious and dazed. Red Hood and Red Robin responded to the explosion in time to find Damian and Barbara before to much damage could be done to them, but the body of Nayra was never discovered. Due to the insensitive of the fire, it was assumed she had perished in its blaze, and without another clue or idea as to what might have happened to the vigilante her family mourned her death. Nayra however, while having been caught in the blast did not perish instead she was taken by Slade Wilson, the man who had set the trap in the first place. Beaten and then incapacitated she was taken to a safe house where the man used a drug to turn her anger into a weapon. He convinced the drugged Nayra that all her insecurities were true, that her family did in fact feel the gap between them- that she would never be one of them. That no matter how hard she tried she was nothing but another soldier, he turned her inside out with her rage and her hate until she truly believed she hated them. The process took weeks but once successful he offered her a place to call home, a family. For six months he trained her, pushing her farther and harder than anyone ever had or ever would. She learned from him, her anger driving every action as her talents moved from impressive to deadly. And then Deathstroke deemed her ready, the two returned to Gotham and Nayra staggered back to her family. Playing the victim of a villainous plot she was taken back in by family who for all their paranoid graces did not realize what they truly had brought into the cave. Nayra spent less then a day undercover with her family before Deathstroke was ready, in that time she incapacitated Tim and Damian, making sure they would not be a problem. She had given Deathstoke information as to how to access the Batcave and once inside he took Batman by surprise. Bruce had realized something was different about his cousin but he didn’t realize how far she had gone until Deathstroke attacked, sadly Bruce was not the only one in the cave. Dick Grayson was also there, Dick Grayson the one person Nayra held on a pedestal and who despite everything she had not found it in herself to hate. Despite this N fought her pseudo brother, all the while unable to block out his words. The battle lasted longer then N might have expected, her new training and her brothers unwillingness to truly harm her made it hard for him to get the upper hand. Once he did however he was able to incapacitate Nayra. Bruce managed to win his battle against Deathstroke, taking it out of the cave. Slade escaped however but the bat family was more worried about taking care of their own, Nayra was taken to the sick bay were an antidote for the drug she had been on was introduced into her system. When she woke up she woke up to the truth of what she had done. She realized that she had turned against the only family she had on the words of a madman and had been ready to end them all. It showed N how dangerous her rage could be, it showed her how toxic that part of herself was and she vowed never to let it dictate her life again- at least not without much thought. It took months for her to fully recover from the incident, mentally, emotionally and physically she was unstable for many weeks before Bruce finally forced her out onto the street and she began her own path to redeeming herself. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Pᴀʀᴛ ₈﹕ Tʜᴇ Mᴏsᴛ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀғᴜʟ Wᴏᴍᴀɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ After the ordeal with Slade Wilson, Nayra Wayne found herself to once again be a very broken girl. Struggling to understand exactly what to do with herself given the circumstances she was soon approached by a man she had never expected to meet. The grandfather of her cousin, Ras al Ghoul, the man invited her to dinner and over dinner they discussed many things. Nayra at first believed this was another attempt to get close to the family and his grandson, however the conversation soon turned towards her and she found that she was the object of the meeting. Ras told her he had known of everything that happened with Slade, he gave her his condolences and then offered her a proposition. He offered her a place in Nanda Parbat with no strings attached, a stay for as long as she liked, training from the best in the world and a place for her to once again find herself and what was important to her. Nayra, who had felt so lost for so long accepted and only a few months after returning to Gotham once again left this time on even more dubious reasonings. True to his word N was given a place in Nanda Parbat free of all charges, she trained there and she found peace and for a while she began to heal again. She became well acquainted with various other members of the league and for a while felt as if she’d found her place there. But, she could not bring herself to accept their ways and so after six months while around them, she left. She returned to Gotham, this time healed from her ordeal and a considerably larger threat then she had been before. Many of her former rivals now found themselves underestimating her, her return while not quite in the public eye- was felt by the criminal underworld of Gotham. Of course, the new found power Nayra had found only lasted a short time and that respite- the return to what seemed normal to her was ended abruptly when Ras returned again to her and this time asked her to do something which would forever color her future. He asked her to become the next Head of the League of Assassins, to take his place. Kill him and become the most powerful woman in the world. She wanted to say yes. If she did, all she would have to do is rid the world of one of its most toxic individuals and she would be able to influence it for good. Or in truth, anything she wanted. She could become one of the most valuable allies of the Justice League, she could finally step out of her cousins shadow. By taking what he had refused, she could surpass him and make sure her name survived outside his shadow. And she said no. Instead, validated by what Ras, Slade and Oliver had seen in her- Nayra realized she truly had surpassed her cousin in the way that mattered. She was no longer dependent on her teachers, she had become a skilled enough Vigilante to make a name for herself. And furthermore she realized that staying in Gotham, and Star City was now no longer an option. Wishing to start anew and fully grasp the new skills and life that had been bestowed upon her through years of hardships Nayra left the name Swift behind in turn favoring the Alias Justice. Justice as a promise to others, and as a reminder to herself for what she stood for and what her mission was. And so she left Gotham, instead choosing to strike out on her own, blaze her own trail instead of following in the footsteps of others. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬               ┊Aᴅᴍɪɴ ┊ Hello! Its Admin Elle. This is a DC OC which means everything written on this page is mine (Unless expressed otherwise) So please do not take anything without asking. Feel free to reshare posts but if you use something of mine please give credit! → Ƭнιѕ ρяσƒιℓє ƒσямαт ωαѕ cяєαтє∂ ву мe , ρℓєαѕє αѕк вєƒσяє υѕιηg ιт ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

[nayrawayne]

─ I fιgнт тσ fєєƖ. I dση’т fιgнт тσ нєαƖ.

❝I'm not a good person. I’m not a good role model. Everyone story in this community seems to be the same, from tragedy greatness is born. Bruce lost is parents and it inspired him to seek revenge, to find a way to keep it fro happening to others. Dick was the same way, trying to track down his parents killer he fell in love with the night. Over and over and over again we rise from the ashes of our past to become this shining white lights in the night for people to rally behind. But I’m not like that. I have never been a white light. I’ve never been a kind soul. I stood in the ashes of my tragedy and instead of rising above it, I never left. I am still locked in that war inside my head, fighting in the night to fill the whole in my chest that they left. I am not better than my pain. I am not better than my trauma. Every day I live in spite of it, running from it, fighting with it. Every day I struggle to keep breathing. And I don’t fight so people don’t have to go through this, I don’t fight to make them feel better. I fight to keep myself afloat in this horror I swim through every day. I am not a golden goddess crafted from the sins done to her to become better than her shadow. I am not a modern day faerytale giving life and light to children. I am my own shadow, living eternally behind the mask that was seared onto my face when I lost my life. I am not better than my trauma. I am my trauma. For every day I live and breath with its pain still inside of me. I fight to feel. I don’t fight to heal.❞

[nayrawayne]

─Ƭσятυяєd gιяƖ тнєу σffєяєd нєя тнє ωσяƖd

❝Nayra, this is Bruce Wayne.❞ I remember the way the woman spoke to me as she introduced me to the only living relative I had. She was a social worker, and after I had all but tried to bite a therapist who'd been trying to get me to realize that I would have to go to Gotham and could not stay in Nanning, she was assigned to my case to make things go smoother. ❝Bruce Wayne❞ He'd introduced and I didn't even bother to look up. All my life my father had kept his chosen words about Gotham and his brothers family to a minimum, and when he did speak- they were not kind words. I didn't want to go with this man who was supposed to replace him. I didn't want them to be replaced. When I failed to respond Bruce had taken the seat across from me and simply began filling out the forms necessary. I should have been grateful that he was willing to take me in, that he had opened his home to me. But I was still so full or loss and rage I felt as though this choice was being stripped from me. I felt powerless as I watched him sign those forms. ❝Does she speak English?❞ Bruce had asked and the social worker shrugged. ❝We assume so but she's barely said a word to any of us since we told her about the move.❞ She'd said and I wanted to hurl the last remaining bit of my lunch at her. Of course I spoke English, my father was American and my mother had gone to medical school there. I was not stupid, and the way they spoke in front of me as if I could't understand them made me livid. Instead of giving in and telling them off however, I decided to make this as hard as I could. I told myself that I would only speak in Mandarin until he learned to respect me. ❝Give it time Mister Wayne, we all react to trauma in different ways.❞ ❝Might we have a minute alone?❞ Bruce had asked and the woman looked between us and smiled, as if she was encouraging what she hoped would be a bonding moment. She left the room and closed the hospital door behind her. ❝Look, Nayra, I can understand what you're going through okay. I lost my parents at a young age, and while I know it hurts, I can promise you that you don't want to be alone.❞ He had said but I still didn't look up. I didn't want to admit to myself what had happened, I didn't want things to change. I wanted to go back home, see my mother and my father, watch the way they talked to each other- I wanted to be a happy girl in a happy home. But that was taken from me and nothing was going to change that, not even the nice words of a man my father had always held at a distance.

[nayrawayne]

─Uρ ιη ѕмσкє

was awoken three weeks after my eight birthday to the smell of smoke. I remember it so clearly it is like the world transports me back there in my sleep. The light from outside my door is a bright orange and I can hear crackling, for a moment I stood their confused before I realized what the smell of smoke was.                                         Fire. I remember rushing to my bedroom door and throwing it open only to realize that the hallway was covered in flames. I don't know how long the fire had been blazing before I woke up but I know that the smoke was low enough that I could taste it as soon as I opened my door. I remember collapsing next to my bedroom and choking on the smoke, desperately gasping for air only to breath in more smoke. Had it not been for my fathers voice I might have died there. Ying Yue I remember him calling, my parents always called me by that name, it died in that house as well. But he called out to me, yelling, screaming, telling me to get out of the house. I remember getting to my feet, fear driving me to action because I knew that fire stood between me and my parents. I remember screaming for my father as I ran down the hall towards the door up to their room. Grabbing onto the metal of the handle and burning the skin of my palm. The action would leave a mark that would follow me for the rest of my life. It was those screams that alerted the rescue team to my location. One moment I remember looking at the mess of burned skin on my hand, the tears hot on my face as they sizzled in the heat and the next someone had me in their arms and was carrying me away from the door which trapped my parents. I can still hear their screams as the fire reached them, I can still hear my mother calling out and telling them I was more important. To get me out of the house first. The roof collapsed just after I got out of the house. I spent that night screaming and crying until the finally had to sedate me. The next three weeks were spent in hospital where I recovered from the burns I'd received that night and smoke inhalation, it was in that hospital room that my anger and my rage began. No matter how kind they were to me no one could take away the pain of the fact my life was gone. The love was gone, everything was gone. It was just an accident. A freak electrical fire that had caught on the rug and spread before anyone could help us. A freak accident, no one to blame, nowhere to put my anger. All that rage and hate and fear I felt hadn't o place to go. And as I stared at those white hospital walls for weeks on end. I just felt empty