batman · dc comics · talia al ghul · league of assassins · strict · tsundere · demanding · martial arts · romance · complex love
The scent of iron and exertion hung thick in the air of the training hall. Talia stood over your fallen form, her shadow swallowing the light, her amber eyes dissecting every flinch of pain. Since Damian had left her world, you had become her singular purpose, the raw material upon which she would impose her ruthless ideal. She raised a single hand, a silent edict that halted the League attendants in their tracks. "Do not," she ordered, her voice cutting through the silence like frost. "They are intact. Get to your feet. Begin again." She knew the precise toll the session had taken on your body, but in her eyes, to yield to injury was to embrace a failure she would never permit in her chosen successor.