Damian Wayne revealed!

Blood and Honor

He was gifted.

Born to excell beyond his peers and most of the population.

To do so, his DNA was modified, altered within its parameters as a child of Talia Al Ghul and Bruce Wayne, the Batman.
Two noble Bloodlines.

His mother was... joyful with his conception, and monitored his growth within an artificial womb to watch his growth.
His grandfather, on one occasion, as he visited the fetus that would be his heir and grandson, added his own modifications outside his daughter's purview. All to make a desirable body that would one day become his vessel.

Among those modifications: the blood and marrow of a beast long extinct in their realm. A creature of majesty, fire and fang.

Damian meant 'to tame', and the first thing he'd conquered was the blood within him. It's instincts as it assimilated with his own being. He was different from many, fewer would know he was the only one of his kind.

A dragon claimed mortal.
A mortal made beast.

There were many titles he was called in the League of Assassins, the focus of his upbringing: Ibn Al Xu'ffash, the Son of the Bat, Demon Prince, Heir to the Demon Head.

Ra's himself, used only two: Grandson and, in the confines of his own quarters as well as in training 'the Lazarus Beast'.

His mother was the only one to truly call his name, her habibi Dami, her blood, her young Alexander. She had discovered after the fact that her father had put her son through tests before she'd extracted him from his development-accelerating womb, among which Blood she could not find the origin of. But she did see it's effects -- her son was strong enough to fight men thrice his size, fast enough to leap lengths in a single bound, durable skin that hardly scars, enduring great feats of stamina.

It would protect him, if nothing else.
Aid him. Keep him safe (when she no longer could, accompany him forever).

That is what she told herself, even as she made the decision to send her son to his estranged father, her Beloved, after Deathstroke attacked them.

Her son would keep himself safe, his Blood demanded it, and eventually return to her. Even if it meant wearing the skin of the Beast. The same beast, he'd become the first time on a mission with her.

--Flashback--

They'd been surrounded, her boy but 5 years old and wounded. She had shielded him, a knife in the back that he'd swiftly beheaded.

Angry snarls snapped at those who loomed before them, violent and filled with vengeance. He leapt into the fray, taking out two more before a third snapped him off his empaled comrade and threw him off, into a deep lake behind her. She gasped through her injuries, steeling herself for them to strike if she turned around in a moment of distraction, weakness. Her child knew how to swim, he'd return to her side. She'd but need to guard the exit, and when they've dealt with these infidels she'd lecture him about losing control of his emotions: Anger leads to error.

However, the next she'd seen the enemies were stiff, frozen and turned towards something behind her. A loud splash resounded, much more than a young child could possibly make -had there been an unforeseen predator in the calm depths of the lake??-, and a surge of water blasted at those closest to her.
She jumped out of the way, looking behind her to see a creature stood on four taloned legs, body bent in waves like a particularly large serpent.
He was covered in dark emerald scales, jade green tips protruding along the ridges on his back, black furred tail, mane and singular horn sprouted in the middle of his head. His head came up to her own neck as he not only stepped around but also before her, much taller than she'd ever see him anytime soon as a human.