#ra's al ghul

[frownyalfred]

though while we're on the topic of League of Assassins training...if I was Ra's al Ghul and I took a chance on a skinny, spoiled kid from Gotham and he turned out to be one of the best martial artists of all time and went on to create the actual Justice League, I would also have a massive ego about that + you'd never hear the end of it

[psychemochanight]

Can someone explain to me why ALWAYS in the writings the fandom makes it seem like Ra's doesn't recognize Dick?

Ra's not only recognizes Dick, he respects him.

Ra's saw Dick as a damn threat and tried to kill him.

Ra's bowed to Dick.

Ra's has also called Dick "detective."

Ra's recognizes Dick as an equal to Batman.

Ra's considers Dick to be someone of value.

If I remember correctly, there is even a freaking universe where they work together.

Just because they don't have that many interactions doesn't mean Ra's doesn't respect or care about Dick- I can assure you that Dick doesn't fly under Ra's radar at all.

[chiyana]

Like Ra's, it was right there, you were SO CLOSE. You could have had it all if you had just eased off the megalomaniac bit and played the long-con! Tone down the assassinations, play up the redemption angle, give Tim more little guys to protect and bond with, give him his own new little bird mantle, give him a few headpats and tell him what a good job he's doing, you could have had him for life!

Striking out on his own during Red Robin must have been the hardest thing Tim has ever done. Tim who’s greatest fear is loneliness, who throws himself into befriending everyone and leaving no bridges burned. Who Bruce admits is the Robin that LOVED the teamwork moves so much that he and Bruce developed entire playbooks together so they can take down overwhelming forces with perfect synchronicity. WHO developed even MORE team tactics with Nightwing to the point they learned each other’s signature weapons and their own weapons can be broken down or put together with a twist to form the other’s. Tim is the Robin the others turn to for Ðick’s flippy acrobatic bullshit when he’s not there because they practiced every move together until Tim can do Dick’s part with any of the bats. Tim who makes allies to fight with even on his solo cases and with people no one else would DREAM of allying with like Klarion, lady shiva, early days Red Hood, and all his fellow Young Justice kids. Tim’s been on like 10 separate teams over the years from the batfam to Young Justice, to the Titans, to the Outsiders, to the freaking Psyba-Rats.

So think of how soul crushing those first months were entirely alone. No family, no team, no friends, no backup because they’re all dead, missing, or gave up on him (in his mind). Ra’s sending the agents he did to Tim was a stroke of diabolical genius. How do you steal the loyalty of a person who’s loyalty is their defining trait? Take a look at Pru, Z, and Owens and tell me they don’t remind you of the original Young Justice team? Misfits who love too deeply and NEED someone who cares are Tim Drake’s personal kryptonite. His fondness for them has been both his biggest weakness and his greatest strength. It was a gamble on Ra’s part because yeah, Tim fell for his weakness hook, line and sinker but his strength kicked in and he walked away with Pru’s total loyalty. With Ra’s pouring on the paternal approval on top of it might have worked to at least divide Tim’s loyalties a bit if Ra’s hadn’t tried to control Tim by keeping Tam hostage. No one can control Tim, he’s the ultimate wild card and threatening innocents hits his rage button.

[queenofthearchives]

Chapter 2 of Tim and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day up now -- the batfam reacts to Ra's al Ghul trying to woo Tim through poisoned flowers and assassination attempts. :)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62690473/chapters/160486216

Summary:

Tim’s day was going pretty poorly even before Ra’s sent him flowers. First, he went to bed approximately an hour before he was torn out of it by his blaring alarm, purely because he had been a good Samaritan and helped Jason with a case. Jason hadn’t thanked him, but then again Jason hadn’t threatened murder, either, which for him was practically an invitation to brunch.

The hour of sleep, unfortunately, was almost worse than getting nothing at all, because instead of powering through, the brief rest allowed his body to figure out that was all it was getting and promptly punished him with a pounding headache. Then at Starbucks some idiot employee had forgotten the two extra expresso shots in his usual, so he was both late to the office and caffeine-deprived. By the time he saw the flowers, he was thoroughly pissed.

Then Damian showed up.

[stupidity496]

[quotidian-oblivion]

Ra’s’ pov. Ra’s thinks about Tim and why he had him in his eye and when this brilliant opportunity of him nearly dying presented itself? It was too good. Too perfect. He thinks about hisdip in the Lazarus and the memories and his deepest thoughts Tim was subconsciously was murmuring to himself, not even aware of what his body was doing. It was too good. Ra’s knew exactly what to do now. He also recalls how much of a perfect candidate for an Heir Tim is. Even under the Lazarus’s influence, his conscious mind was still awake and alert. It was like the boy had a second brain. It was that brain that kept his assassins from hurting the girl—Tamara—as he fought to protect her. So Ra’s appealed to that mind. Reaching out to it, talking to it, molding it.

And he followed. 

It had been nearly three weeks now since he was revived in the Lazarus Pit. And during that time, Ra’s’s forces had dwindled thanks to the Council of Spiders. But he wasn’t too worried. Losing a few assassins now was worth it for the wait to let Timothy recover from his revival through the Lazarus Pit. Because, once he gained proper control of himself, Ra’s knew he would be deadlier than them. And that was without the years of practice. 

Ra’s smiled. Yes. Timothy was perfect. 

Just then, White Ghost burst through the doors. “Master,” he said urgently. 

“Do you have an update on the young Detective’s condition?” he asked.

“Yes, Master,” White Ghost said. “He speaks.”

“He was able to speak once before,” Ra’s said, unimpressed. 

“Yes, Master.” White Ghost tilted his head forward in respect. “But this time… he sees too.”

Ra’s stood up in surprise. 

“And hears, feels…” White Ghost lifted his head, a smile on his face. “And he remembers. Everything.” 

Immediately, Ra’s left the room, hurrying in the direction of Timothy’s room. This was… unexpected, but also unsurprising. He should have known. Timothy was already excellent, so of course he would recover from the Pit’s haze two weeks early. He arrives in front of Timothy’s room and wastes no time in opening the door to see for himself.

And sure enough, standing in front of three still bodies, stood Timothy Jackson Drake, eyes illuminating a bright green and skin coated with blood. “What have you done?” the boy hissed.

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That's all for now folks! Stay in touch and I shall release this monster soon once I've finished tinkering with it!

babe please what’s the name of the Lazarus Tim au you wrote I am naught but skin and bones

babe me too. Me fucking too.

My mental health went down into the sewers and never resurfaced back, and I'm still scrimmaging through the shit, and I'm sure I'm close, but in the meantime all I have left is a half-incomplete outline:

~

So. Lazarus Pit!Tim Drake. Let’s explore that, shall we?

[Prologue]

Tim’s on his Red Robin quest, etc etc. Canon goes the way it does. But it deviates at Widower’s attack. Tim receives a fatal blow, and by the time he and Pru get back to Tam’s apartment, he’s lost too much blood. He’s dead. 

So then he wakes up to green. Neon, bright, blinding. In his mouth, nose, eyes, ears. In his veins. Green burning, raging, storm, tearing into his system like a raging wildfire. He felt like he was being burnt in the wildfire too. Pain, so much pain. That’s all he knows. He can’t see except green. He can’t hear except rage. He can’t taste, except a fizzy burn at the back of his throat. He can’t feel, except pain. He can’t smell—breathe, the green flooding his nostrils. He isn’t even aware of what his body’s doing. He isn’t even aware of who he is. It doesn’t matter. All he knows is pain. And the green. That’s all there is to existence. 

Days later, he thinks his first rational thought. After days of seeing nothing but green-tainted vision and feeling nothing but pain as his body was manouvered by a mysterious force, too consumed by pain, he thinks his first rational thought. I don’t want to hurt anymore. Then the green takes over. 

Even more days later, he is able to hear the first sound. It’s a male’s voice, deep, but confident and demanding attention. They don’t want you anymore, it says. He didn’t understand what that meant. They? Who was they? he tried asking. Who am I? But the words could not get out before the green took over once more. 

Only a couple days after that, his vision managed to clear, allowing him to look at his first sight. There was a man standing in front of him. Tall, intimidating, commanding respect and obedience and allowing no room for rebelling. He smiled at him. He thinks he smiled back. 

A day later, he was able to speak his first word. The green was still holding him, gripping him tight, not letting go. But he could feel his tongue idle in his mouth. And he was made aware of the knowledge that he had the ability to move his jaw and tongue to speak. So he did. “Don’t…” And that was all he was able to get out. He didn’t know what he wanted to say. But as soon as the word slipped out, a pressure was released from his body. He didn’t know what it was. But the green flooded his senses and consciousness once more and whatever the context was didn’t matter anymore. 

He didn’t know how long it had been this time. But now, he remembered his first memory. There were colors, colors other than green. It was bright and things were loud and he was—happy, he thinks. There were people all around him, and they were happy too. The colors and noises made him and the people happy. Then, all of a sudden, they stopped. And all he could see now was red. 

Tim snapped his eyes open.

~

The above is the first chapter outline of what I'm going to write out. I haven't finished the fic, and I usually post fics once I've finsihed writing the entire thing. If you're just as desperate as me even after reading this, I can let you know what happens in the second chapter? (But that's the limit of what I can show now lol, cuz then it'll spoil the surprise)

[inkpotsprite]

This was after he blew up all of the Leagues tech.

[prlssprfctn]

Jason-theatre-kid-Todd, who physically cannot stop making dramatic speeches before taking down an enemy, which absolutely contradicts the way League of Assassins work, which in turn pisses Ra's Al Ghul off.

Ra's Al Ghul: I was going through reports. Why did the last mission take you... an hour and twenty minutes to finish? The target was right there - defenceless atop of that.

Assassin: ...General was speaking.

Ra's Al Ghul: How long his speech took?

Assassin: ...Let's say, he took the target down within twenty seconds.

Ra's Al Ghul: ...What a one can talk about for an hour and twenty minutes, for God's sake!!!

Ra's: Had you spoken to a kid? Had you reminded him that he is not under Dark Knight's wing now? That I won't tolerate talks about justice?

Talia: I, in fact, did.

Ra's: So? What did he say?

Talia: Do you want me to quote him or just to summarise it?

Ra's: Humour me. Be as precise as you can.

Talia: He said, and I quote: "Ra's can [indescribable string of curses that they had never heard before]"

[miasonwing]

D E L I G H T F U L ~

comic masterpost

[thealexanderfiles]

Jason, to himself: If I can catch Tim off guard when he comes back from patrol he'll confess about breaking my favourite Wonder Woman's mug

Jason, as Tim wanders in: Got anything to confess??

Tim, very very high off Gotham Harbor fumes: Ra's pickled my spleen.

[vodrae]

AU where Jason, Cass and Damian meet in the League and cause so much chaos that a burnt out Ra's just dropped them with a note

"Two of them are yours the third one is free"

And Bruce rolls with it

[spicy-apple-pie]

This should just be called inconsistencies: the comic. Also Talia cannot not slay.

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Commission Info / Kofi (members get comics a week early)

[apiptosis]

The Fentons might have settled in the middle of bumfuck nowhere but they did have quite the reputation from their crazy antics. It is well known that:

1. Atleast one of the partner pair is always built like a brick shit house.

2. They all have a time period where they pick up a ton of random skills and useless knowledge before settling down on their particular niche.

3. A person of Fenton descent will always fall for the most dangerous person around them.

4. A Fenton will always bounce back from anything. They can die but they cannot be killed by mortal means.

5. They have the bad habit of unconsciously putting themselves in harms way.

The traits mentioned wouldn't have been a problem if the heros found out about them however due to facts 2, 3, 4 and, 5 the Fentons were well known to the villains.

This leads to the situation Danny now found himself in after he tripped off of a rooftop and got hit by a car into a warehouse building.

Picking himself up from the rubble with groan and a crack of his back Danny took stock of his situation. The closest was a pretty lady that vaguely looked familiar along with a few goons and a dude in a bat furry costume with a bunch of people. The youngest was cosplaying a traffic light. A girl with a purple cloak. A girl in black was dressed similarly enough to the bat furry. Etc.

It looked like he interrupted some kind of fight and now they all just stood there uncertain of what to do.

The lady suddenly grabbed him by the collar and yanked his head down to her level as she examined him. "Oh fuck me sideways your a Fenton... If your here then..." She quickly let go of him.

It took Danny half a second before he could place her. "Oh yeah! You are that lady uncle Robby was pinning after, Shiv something."

The cosplayers all looked uncertain and he could feel the concern radiating from them.

"I am Lady Shiva and yes Robert certainly is something. First time I found a man I couldn't kill." The lady, Shiva, a fond look on her face.

"You got any allergies? Mom and dad's 30th anniversary is coming up this November. Just about the whole family is coming." Danny said giving her a piece of paper with the date and location.

"is Alicia going to be there?" Lady Shiva said as she gripped her blades tighter, a predatory smile on her face.

"I did say the *whole* family. Even Gruncle Ra is coming." Danny explained with a shrug.

"Yes!" Shiva exclaimed. "Between you and me I still don't know how Cheetah manages to pull your aunt."

"I try to forget. I just remember that they are banned from 40 countries." Danny said as he shuddered. After a quick glance at his watch he bolted for the hole in the wall. "Oh shit I have to go pick up my sister from Arkham!"

As he ran he distantly heard Lady Shiva yell "I'll be there and call me aunt Shiva!"

[ditzybat]

tim: ...this is going to ruin the tour

dick who just caught him from plummeting to death off of a high-rise skyscraper: what was that?

tim: you wouldn't get it

[gothamite-rambler]

Duke meeting Talia for the first time

Duke (in his Signal suit): Whoa! You're Talia?!

Talia (stepping out of the shadows, her jade eyes striking in the dim light): You know my name? That’s good.

Duke: Daaaaamn! You are hot!

Bruce burst into laughter, catching everyone off guard. Talia’s eyes widened as her usual frigid demeanor shifted to one of surprise.

Talia: What?

Duke: I’m sorry, it’s just—respectfully—you’re stunning! You were with Bruce? No way! Where’s your mother? There’s no way someone as gorgeous and young as you could be with him. Your mom must’ve done the dirty tango with that guy!

Ra's (raising an eyebrow, clenched jaw): The dirty tango?

Talia (placing a hand on her flawless cheek): I… um, I’m Damian’s mother, and yes, I was with Bruce. I haven’t been complimented like that since him.

Bruce laughed even harder, much to Ra's annoyance and Talia's irritation.

Damian walked over to Duke, glaring at his brother and teammate. His brows were furrowed as he tapped his foot angrily.

Duke: Ignore him. You could be a model or actress; you’ve got that commanding aura that could shoot a diplomat down.

Talia (flattered and grinning): I have shot down a diplomat. Thank you! Damian, your brother-friend is so sweet.

Duke: What? I’ve never seen her up close before! The way you all described her, I thought she’d be an old crone or something like her father.

Ra's (enraged): I’m not a real demon! Just get out and don’t spray me with that water bottle!

Duke (walking away, shaking his head): I can't with this man.

Damian grumbled, crossing his arms as his mother hugged him.

Talia: Calm down, tifl.

[writerfromthestars]

DPXDC PROMPT : ALFRED IS IMMORTAL

Alright. Don't get me wrong, I love au's where John Constantine is like "soul tax evader supreme", but hear me out.

Alfred.

Alfred, Alfred Pennyworth. Who just doesn't die. The guy's immortal. The reason for this is that Alfred is awesome, so anytime he dies, whether it be from old age or a bullet or a world-wide catastrophe, he looks Death straight in the eyes and tells them that he will die when the day comes that no one needs him anymore, and not a second before, and then he just kinda pops back to life. Because let's face it, the batfam would fall to pieces without him.

So, Alfred Pennyworth has basically just been cheating death for centuries, by this point.

Needless to say, Death is none too pleased. Finally, Death goes to Phantom, the new king, who is much more reasonable than Pariah Dark was and who agrees to actually help.

Clockwork helps Danny set up a portal and he zaps into existence in the middle of a Wayne movie night. The bats are all prepared to fight this mysterious weirdo, but Danny ignores them and turns to Alfred, who he then begins lecturing about ghostly tax evasion and how defying death isn't a good thing, so he needs to file paperwork through the proper channels to stay as an immortal almost-God.

Alfred is chill, he plays cards with Clockwork once when he dies, so he knew this was coming, but the batfamily thinks that this mysterious entity is going to kill Alfred, so they're all panicking, trying to think of ways to avoid this horrible future. Alfred calmly listens to Danny, then he interjects.

"Sir, are you aware of the fact that there is a revenant on earth? One who is most certainly under threat of more paperwork than I, seeing as he has been using the Lazarus Pits to revive himself for millennia. I, however, have only been alive for a few hundred years, so I should think that he is a bigger priority. "

Danny glances over at Jason, doubtful. "He doesn't look several millennia old, Mr. Pennyworth."

"Certainly not, seeing as Master Jason is not. Besides, his Undeath License was filed. I have a copy of it if you need to see it, your Majesty?" Alfred answers, demure as always.

"If it wouldn't be too much trouble, sir."

Alfred leaves and returns, moments later with a light green glowing piece of paper. he hands it over to Danny, who examines it.

"Seems legitimate. I assume you filed it during one of your many encounters with Death?"

"Indeed. I have it on good authority, however, that the other revenant, a man by the name of Ra's Al Ghul, has not renewed his License in at least the last half millennia, most likely longer."

Danny sighs. "Where can I find him."

"Nanda Parbat. The signature is impossible to miss."

"Alright, Mr. Pennyworth. I will return once he is dealt with, be it by filing his paperwork or returning him to the Infinite Realms."

"Very well. I will be ready." Alfred answers.

Danny opens a portal to the area around Nanda Parbat and then another, which plops him down right in front of the Demon's Head himself, in a strategy meeting with his daughter and several commanders.

They all raise their weapons, but he just basically grabs Ra's by the ear and tugs him through a Lazarus Green portal, lecturing him about tax evasion and paperwork and bureaucracy the whole time. The League is thrown into uproar, and Ra's is set down in a room with all his overdue paperwork from the past few thousand years. He feels a little bit like crying; if he had known immortality meant this much paperwork, he would've just died, honestly.

Meanwhile, in Wayne Manor, everyone is crying, because they think Alfred is going to die, Jason is confused about the whole revenant Undeath Certificate thing, Bruce is trying to make contingency plans, Tim is contacting the Justice League, and Alfred is planning out his defense and going through every ghostly law loophole he can think of because if he leaves these emotionally constipated crime-fighting vigilantes, he knows that the house that Martha so loved will go up in flames within a month.

Eventually, Danny comes to get Alfred for his ghostly court trial/hearing or whatever, and Alfred says goodbye to Bruce and everyone, goes to the Infinite Realms. Clockwork is on his side, and Alfred ends up winning the court case, on the condition that now that the has an Undeath License, he actually renew it every twenty years, like he's supposed to.

A week later, Alfred returns, crashes his own funeral, and explains that no, he will not be dying anytime soon.

Two weeks after Alfred's return, Constantine shows up at the manor basically begging to learn how the hell he managed to avoid death, and not only that, win a damn court case against them.