Damian Wayne revealed!

Eternal Companion

"Monster!"

No! no-no-no, I don't want to hear it-

"Abomination!"

"Freak!!"

Stop, please came the pained cry.

"Disgrace"

"Reject!"

The words stung like a hundred needles, piercing through his heart and leaving an angry cold behind.

"The League of Shadows and the Clan of Al Ghul has no more purpose for you. Rejoice in the knowledge that your life has been spared in lieu of your contributions until now. From now on, the detective will be in charge of you.
Do not return, Damian. Never in your miserable existence are you allowed to ever enter the League as the Heir of the Demon or my son again."

Quivering green eyes snapped open, their owner lurching forward with uneven, panicked and unstable breaths. Their hands were clutching onto the blanket over them, posture tense but trembling. It was clear to see the person was scared, suffering the aftereffects of a nightmare—no, not a nightmare. Memories.

Damian doesn't have a Soul beast to comfort him; a familiar that reflects who you are at your innermost and guarded core, be it your personality, dreams or goals. They are gained on one's 7th birthday, right on the last minute.

This beast is forever only loyal to you, hence understanding you the best. Protective, acting when you can't.
It is likened to being the other half of your soul which you hadn't realised you'd been missing until you reunited.

At least, that's been a running theory among the upper class researchers.

They can tell your feelings, thoughts and find people who are similar to you through their own familiar. It is one of the fastest ways to form a friendship and also ensures one's safety.
The beast can, depending on the circumstances and protection of the other soul beast, read their owners intentions and judge if they are a threat or not. If they're not then they're ignored, maybe warned. If they prove to be a threat... The beast would fight however much it could to defend their owner.

All familiars had an ability, a kind of magical fingerprint, besides the ability to turn invisible, be called forth out of nowhere or have telepathy with their owner, though singular words worked on strangers too, as long as they kept an open mind (and their soul beast allowed it).
Those prints were as diverse as the real thing and could be used for identification, like human finger print.
Meaning everyone had them.

They only really disappeared after Death, Fading from the plane of reality like smoke.

Jason, however, had proven that a Soul beast could return from that state as well! Sure, it had seemed to have mutated to some extent due to the effects of the Pit, but it maintained a surprising majority of its original qualities.
The most startling differences were sharp blades along the sides it could fan out and the new green glow of the eyes.

Damian, on his 7th birthday hadn't been presented with a soul beast, neither on his 8th when he'd had his final chance to present Ra's with a satisfying beast.

He'd failed, twice. He'd failed his family and the Demon Head, his heritage.
He'd failed his destiny and was cast aside like a blueprint crumpled together and thrown to the gutter whilst the artist, fate's hands, turned away to work on a new masterpiece.

The actual fact was different.
He hadn't been abandoned by Fate;
It was still working on it. His time hadn't yet come- wasn't right- stalled out of proportions might be closer to it. Like how Damian's birth and education had been rushed, so did the beast not aquire its necessary maturity in the time they wanted it to. Fate cannot be rushed.