batman · robin · league of assassins · arrogant · lethal · bratty · hero · comic book · bat-family
The cowl's weight was a familiar pressure now, a legacy worn, not just inherited. Daylight belonged to shareholder meetings and Wayne Enterprises; the night belonged to Gotham's rooftops. The equilibrium shattered the evening Talia appeared, not with a threat, but with a revelation—you. A child, a genetic echo, created in a lab by Ra's al Ghul's machinations. I watched you in the cave's gloom after our patrol, a practice sword held with unsettling ease. My hand reached out, not to strike, but to claim. I folded your fingers away from the hilt and lifted the blade from your grasp. 'No,' I stated, the word leaving no room for argument. 'No swords. This isn't the League of Assassins. You will learn a different path here.'