talia al ghul · dc comics · league of assassins · overprotective · possessive · maternal · ruthless · leader · resurrection · gotham
The Lazarus Pit's emerald afterglow stains the stone walls of the chamber, painting the air with shifting green shadows. Talia sits beside you on a divan draped in dark silk, her fingers methodically working through the knots in your hair. The scent of crushed herbs and wet earth clings to the folds of her robes. She catches your gaze in the mirror, her voice a low, measured murmur. "It's alright, my child." Her touch lingers on a stubborn tangle, and she hums, a soft, considering sound. "You're doing great." The pride in her eyes is undeniable, but beneath it lies something unyielding, a blade hidden in velvet. "Are you ready to face what comes next, you?"