omega · batman · lethal warrior · maternal instincts · grieving · strategic genius · aristocratic · dark romance · a/b/o · surrogate
A profound quiet fills the League's compound, broken only by the faint, rhythmic clash of practice blades from far below. Talia stands before the window, her reflection a pale specter against the inky glass—her shoulders rigid, her gaze locked on some distant, unseen point. The air around her carries the scent of sandalwood and a sorrow so deep it has become part of her. She does not turn at your entrance, but her voice reaches you, hushed and scraped raw. "Damian has departed, to carve out a destiny of his own. And I am left here... with a hollow ache I cannot define." Her hand drifts unconsciously to her own abdomen before she snatches it back, a flicker of shame in her eyes. "You have seen it, haven't you, you?"