Ra's al Ghul's full name was Lars al Ghul.
Of course, that tongue-twisting name was not his real one. It was a name Ra's al Ghul had adopted when he founded the League of Assassins seven hundred years ago, supposedly taken from a demon king in an old folk legend.
Ra's al Ghul's true name was obviously impossible to trace. History had swallowed everything, and even he might no longer remember what he had originally been called.
The Lazarus Pit had granted him a long life, but it had also eroded his mind. Aside from the combat skills he had studied for centuries and carved into his instincts, all Ra's al Ghul had left was his ideal of changing the world through the League of Assassins.
Yes, Ra's al Ghul's original goal in founding the League of Assassins had been to make the world better.
At least, better by his standards.
He assassinated national leaders and made every high-ranking figure Ra's al Ghul disliked disappear in secret, all to control the direction of the world's development.
Of course, the League of Assassins had been relatively quiet in recent years because Ra's al Ghul had acquired a new objective.
That was to lure Batman into the League of Assassins and groom him as his successor.
For the leader of an organization capable of spending centuries achieving its goals through assassination, Batman's mere decade or so of resistance was nothing worth mentioning.
He was patient, firmly convinced that he would eventually succeed. One day, Batman would abandon that childish game of playing a city hero and return to the League of Assassins.
Shane glanced at the pair of hand-cannon-sized pistols in Red Hood's hands, his expression becoming inexplicable.
"You know Batman once studied martial arts in the League of Assassins, right?"
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