Dakota Wayne

Origin

Hello, my name is Dakota, as you can read from the name of this story.

Due to some dimensional "tom-fuckery", as my friend likes to call it, I am able to write stories about my experiences and adventures. Apparently, I am from the "DC Universe" as you'd call it. You might think this is an interesting topic, which I will expand upon later. Right now, it's time for my origin.

From what I gather, you probably know about Damian Wayne's 'origin story'. Mine is actually pretty similar. I'm basically a test tube baby, grown in an artificial womb. When I became 6 years old, I began training with the League of Assassins.
Two months earlier, Damian had been born.

I was 11 years old when Damian reached 6 and was to begin his own training. We were the illegitimate children of Talia al Ghul and Bruce Wayne, I being the failed first attempt. While Damian was a perfect balance of the two, I took more after my father.

My mother held more pride for Damian than she ever would for me, I bet, despite my prowess as an assassin. Something became a routine. I go to sleep after Talia would tell me of how I was a mistake and that, to make her proud, I would have to work harder and ignore my limits. I would have to be like my father.

The next day I would take her 'advice' literally; running myself further into the ground than I had the day before, trying to make her and my grandfather proud. Nothing was enough for them. No matter how far I got, they liked Damian more. Do not get me wrong, I wasn't resentful towards my little brother. But the al Ghuls liked him and how he fits into their idea of 'perfection' more than me and my flawed existence.

I didn't know that at the time. I thought I just had to keep working, keep improving. I never truly liked killing, but I thought they would finally be pleased if I kept at it.
Nothing was enough. I wasn't Talia's daughter. I wasn't Ra's granddaughter. I was simply another follower who happened to share his blood. That finally sunk in when I was 13. Years of attempting to make them proud and nothing worked. Nothing would ever work. I stopped calling them 'mother' and 'grandfather'.
Of course, this sudden realization had it's effects and traumas to give me, but I managed to keep those hidden from the al Ghuls.

Damian means a lot to me. A LOT. He actually treated me like family, despite the al Ghuls' views on me. Up until I was 14, he was just about the only light of my life. As much as I didn't like killing, his bloodthirst was actually a bit amusing. Two years after my wake up call, Damian was sent to stay with Bruce, and I continued to train. I brushed off my limits, sometimes collapsing from my exhaustion. I didn't let that stop me though and always got up to push myself further. It was like Damian took my self-control with him.

I was ruthless, and a psychiatrist turned al Ghul supporter deemed me depressed.
Damian's death only made things worse.
I didn't care about anything and looked for ways to get my little brother back.

Then Talia made to challenge Bruce to a fight to the death. I came with her.
We got to the Batcave, and Talia fought Bruce who, at the time, still didn't know I was his daughter.

I myself didn't take part in the duel, and just 'stood on the sidelines' as most people would word it. Let me just say that I wasn't expecting Kathy Webb to kill Talia after the duel. (A/n: I'm not familiar with this character. I got most of my info from Wikipedia.) Since Talia was now gone, I decided to tell Bruce about my status as his daughter. I told him how Ra's had Damian's body, and I told him how he planned to resurrect him. I remember pleading Bruce to not let me stay with Ra's and his almost-cult group, and he let me stay with him. I was able to assist him, and he lent me one of Cassandra Cain's old suits.

After Damian was back and alive again, I became a hero, myself. I wore a nearly pure black outfit. A hooded cloak that made even my gender hard to discern, and underneath I wore a cloth vest, something that didn't make as much noise as a leather one. I wore leggings and shorts that were short enough to stay out of the way and classic combat shoes on my feet. Everything was a pitch black, except for the golden colored circle of metal with my own bat symbol etched onto its surface that sat on the collar of my cloak.

Bruce made me a few personalized gadgets, such as a very weak tractor beam that could lift up to perhaps a ton and a voice modulator like his own to better hide my identity. The gadgets I had, along with my tendency to 'descend from above' like a bird of prey had the public calling me Merlin. While Merlin was the name of a sorcerer, it was also the name of a certain bird of prey species. A swift flier and skilled hunter.

As much as I would hate to say this in my dimension, I don't really need to worry about being blackmailed or anything. Because, well, I don't like talking about or, showing my feelings. It makes me feel week and vulnerable.
I am fluent in several languages, including Greek, Latin, and Italian. Due to my years of training, I have learned several forms of martial arts and how to wield a fair amount of weaponry. Among those, I was also taught how to hack and how to master working with tech.
When tested, my IQ added up to a score a bit below Bruce's own score.
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And that was the origin of my OC, Dakota Wayne. In this book, I will just write random stories I thought up of. I also roleplay with this character on Instagram (Those_Hero_Kids). This story is also posted there. And I had help making and writing for this character. Shoutout to my girl Reyna. She also has a roleplay Instagram account called canace_owl . Canace is her OC. Canace and Dakota are friends of course so she'd most likely be in a couple of these stories. I hope you enjoyed! Stay crash my friends
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