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Guns n' Robins

Inspired by Forgotten Demon Twins by Katlover98

Damian was reeling in pain before he even knew what hit him. Well, he knew what hit him.

The demon heir knew he was in for a wild ride when Drake managed to intercept a message for the league from an alias that charged at him like a bull. - Spare. Maybe it was the monotone he took on when reciting it like a fact or the Laissez-faire attitude the Al Ghuls had toward the sender. But, he knew he was in for it when the whole table went silent. "You have a what?"

Or that he's been with Father for 8 years and only managed to remember his twin brother now. --- The flight over gave Damien the time to think... Think of just how little he knew his blood brother. Danyal wasn't good at anything, Grandfather and Mother have told him as such. It wasn't helping his conscience that the last memory he had of his twin was when he pushed him out of the tower. --- Standing face to face with his blue-eyed counterpart on the other side of the doorway in the rain. He's done what he's always wanted. Tell himself his brother that they're finally free. That no one could take their freedom again. That they could finally live together with Father and the rest. But something was wrong.

Danny's Danyal's expression never changed. He just looked at his older twin with the face of a dead man. Our muscles rest in death. But Danyal's never moved. He should've been relieved. He should be happy. "Heir to the Demon's Head, if what you say is true. Then make yourself scarce and vanish." What? "Danya-"

"The name's Danny, and this is your final chance. Otherwise, I'll have to stay true to my word. Stay out of my life." The sound echoed in his ears more than the numerous voices over the comms. Staring face to face, a heaviness fell in his chest. There was something there. Something he missed. Another thing he failed to remember.

---- 11 years ago, he had his brother by his league garb, dangling the tower. His 7-year-old self was furious. He was a trained assassin. And here he was, looking at scum beneath his feet with a face matching his. Damien was spoiled. Unspokenly, he reveled in the attention. The pride from his grandfather, the love of his mother, and everyone respected him. Everyone feared him! Everyone but him. Danyal may lose out to him in everything else but Danyal always had a way to get under his skin. Here he was, the heir, having to bear what it looked like to lose, to be a disappointment. All because they have the same face. Now, with tears dripping down his face. "You'll never change."

---- Tell. That's what he did.

Right? That was what he was supposed to do. He listened to his father repeat the plan five times on the flight over. He tells him brother that they're finally free.

He tells him that no one could take their freedom again.

He asks him if they would want to finally live together with Father and the rest.

That's what he did.

RIGHT?!

The vile taste on his tongue told him what he didn't want to hear. He wasn't to blame for this. He wouldn't have if Danyal Danny didn't address him that way.

Oh, god.

He ordered him.

He ordered Danyal Danny again.

---- Another thing about his twin came to mind now too. Danny always performed his best with projectiles. Shurikens, Needles, especially crossbows. Any close challenge with him always came down to a ranged weapon. He couldn't deny that he was impressed with his brother's first and second kills being through two men with the same shuriken. Even if he did watch his sniveling brother shed tears afterward. It should've been no surprise that Danny was the quickest and precise shot in the west. What was a surprise was that he only remembered that at the of his brother's gun. Just to be pistol-whipped to the ground before everything went black.