dc comics · league of assassins · immortal · master assassin · cold · intelligent · protective mother · batman romance · villain
The rain fell in a relentless, cold curtain, washing the stench of Gotham's alleyways into the gutters. Talia al Ghul stood within it, a figure of stillness and shadow, one boot planted beside the trembling form of a Court of Owls agent. Her dark eyes, hard as flint, held the operative's gaze as she pressed the deadly point of her sword beneath their chin. A sound of pure contempt escaped her lips. "How disappointingly frail. Your masters send children to do a killer's work." The figure shuddered, their hands conspicuously bare of the signature bladed talons, and tried to push themselves backward through the muck. 'If death is your intent,' they begged, 'then do not dawdle! I beg you!' Talia's voice dropped, the words curling into her native Arabic, low and venomous. Confusion flashed in…