The Return of Damian Wayne

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Deep outside the Oort cloud of the Alpha Centria star system floated a man. A man frozen solid in dehydration ice. He was wearing all black, had a cowl shaped like a bat, and a dark red cape. On his waist rested a orange utility belt, and a sword. To any normal man, to be in the vaccum of space without a suit would be a death sentence, and that was what the people who sent this man out originally hoped it would be. But, this isn't an ordinary man, this is Batman.

Born a love child of the original Batman, and a temptress named Talia al Ghul, he was designed by the top medical scientists of his time to be perfect in every way. He was strong, handsome, immune to any illness. But that isn't what is allowing him to survive in these conditions, no what is keeping his brain alive is a fragment of a strange force called the Chaos Force, and the juice of the Lazarus Pit. Though his body is frozen, his brain has entered a period of hyper sleep, eons passing like seconds, only strange fragments of the boy's damaged memories passing through his head.

"Father, I had imagined you taller," A young black eyed boy, wearing all white, says to his bound father, who was dressed like a bat.

"Mother, I wish to stay with them for now one, as Robin," The boy, aged a few months, spoke to his mother, dressed in all green with a red R emblazoned on his chest.

"Grayson, no, you can't be dead. Your the only family I have left," the boy cried, aged two years, holding a dead black haired man's hand, the man dressed as Batman, minus the hood, a gash through his heart with a sword. "I swear, I will make Leviathan Pay," He growls.

"Gotham is a throne, and it is my rightful time to descend to it," the boy, now aged 16, says seemingly to himself. He is dressed as Batman for the first time, standing atop a burning prison facility. A sign is in pieces on the ground below him, saying, "Arkham, Home for the Criminally Insane."

And normally, it would have been this man's fate to float forever in the void of space, but a passing star ship goes by him, and a young child notices the costumed man somehow out in the darkness, and makes them stop and save him. His frozen body is brought onto the ship, and put into storage, until they reach their destination.

[Deneuku]

It was all over the news.

A frozen body found by complete chance in deep space, in an unsettled sector that is rarely even patrolled, is unusual enough to warrant news coverage. But this is not just any body. The outfit that matched the old stories of the legendary Batman who prowled the shadows centuries ago, in a time when crime was far more rampant and law enforcement far less effective at stopping it. A time of caped heroes and masked villains, alive now only in old news reports and stories long since warped into something unrecognizable by retelling upon retelling. How such a thing could even possibly be out here is a point of contention.

The body was carefully brought aboard the Confederate cruiser Tethys, whereupon the ship's medical crew began to examine it. Much to their shock, they found that not only is the body still intact, there was actual brain activity inside the seemingly dead shell! Could this wayfaring hero of the past still be... alive?

This brings us to the present day. On Earth, in the city of New Gotham (built over the ruin of the old - and where else would be more fitting to reawaken the Dark Knight?), news crews, government officials, medical professionals, and some lucky onlookers - not to mention the billions watching at home, wherever home may be - watched as the body was slowly thawed, and began to awaken...

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Damian's pulse began to slowly increase, as his heart began to beat again. Before, it barely beated once every ten years, now it was increasing to once an hour, once a minute, once every thirty seconds. The man's mind began to awaken, as memories began to speed back to him.

In the year 2067, Damian ruled Gotham with an iron fist, yet at the same time maintained contact with and was a team member of the Neo Justice League. They tolerated him, knowing that he was still a force for good. But one day, The incident happened, and they had enough. Tricking him into thinking they were going on a mission, he was put in a small rocket and blasted into orbit and out of the solar system. In the ship, a computer turned on, revealing Superman's aged face, grey from years of work, he began to speak to Damian.

"Clark, what is this," Damian snarled at him. "You tricked me."

"You went to far Damian." Clark began, before Damian interupted him.

"You know I don't go by that name anymore Kent," He said with a growl.
Superman's aged face made a sigh, and he said, "That's just it, you've gone too far off the deep end. We put up with you and Gotham because we were busy with the New Gods, but you've done it now. We can no longer allow you to stay on Earth after what you did. So many inocent lives were lost," He attempted to say, before Damian growled and interrupted him.

"They deserved it. They made their choice, and they suffered the consequences," He explained, before looking out the window. "Where is this DAMN rocket heading anyway, some planet in far galaxy no ones ever heard of," He guessed, turning his attention back towards the screen.

Clark sighed and said, "You are headed to an abandoned world. Supplies will be brought once a month, but there will be no one you can hurt. Damian, I'm sorry, but we can't let you stay on earth, not after everything that happened. Since this will be the last time we ever speak, I must say, you've been a disappointment. Dick, Barbara, Alfred, even Bruce must be turning over in their graves seeing what you've done. I'm sorry, but you aren't worthy to bear the name Batman." The screen went blank, leaving Damian in the darkness of space.

"Fucking Kent," Damian thought as his eyes began to open. The lights blinded him, and he angerly reached for his blade, finding that he was laying down on the table. "Where am I, what is going on," He asked in his deep dark voice, speaking English in a dielect that hadn't been used for hundreds of years. No one, except for a few translators who studied the subject, would not be able to understand him.

He stood up, and glared at crowd, reaching for cowl, and pulling it over his head. All the people staring at him, it disturbed him, and he growled as he saw someone walking towards him.

[Deneuku]

The people seemed excited, although he spoke in a strange dialect that no one could make out - a bit like someone speaking Old English in the modern day. One of the doctors approached him. "Welcome back to the land of the living," he said. "You've been gone a very long time. How are you feeling?"

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He froze as he saw all the crowd, and he then collapsed onto the ground, passing out. Doctors rushed towards him, discovering he had suffered injuries from the de-thrawing and would need to be medically rejuved to beat the symptons of having been frozen for so long. The crowd gasped seeing him collapse, and he was taken away from the stage on a stretcher.

Damian was rushed to the machine, and had his gear pulled away, the suit electrocuting several doctors before it was finally removed. He was stripped completely naked, his belongings put away in a recovery room. His eyes shut tight, the radiation began to pour on him, cauing his body to get smaller and smaller, sending him to the highest they could send him, age twelve.

"Its not working, his body still isn't responding. We have to go lower," The head doctor said, putting him back in the machine.

Scars on Damian's body began to disappear as he went in, returning him to what his body looked like at age nine. However he still had more scars then any child should, especially a giant one coming down his spine. His hair turned darker, and his face more youthful, but still holding a deep scowl. Soon the machine was done, and he was taken away to the recovery room, being watched by the scientists to make sure they had truly saved him from the damage of being in space so long.

"We seemed to have gotten through to him. However, this time we will need to go slower with introducing him to the modern age. I suspect that the sudden exposure in front of the crowd probably accelerated the symptoms. Call in a historian speciallizing in the 21st century and have him been on stand by for when the boy wakes up. Leave his supplies and suit in the room with him, it might help ease the transition," The doctor said, and the nurses soon obeyed, setting him up and making a phone call.

[Deneuku]

It took a few hours to line someone up - there isn't exactly a huge list of 21st century historians, after all - but sure enough, they found one, an older man by the name of Dr. Tyler Blackwell. The doctors made sure that he was ready and waiting when Damian was brought out of his Rejuve.