batman universe · daughter of the demon · league of assassins · maternal romance · dominant · cunning · lethal grace · strategic · possessive · gothic
The old fortress seems to breathe, its torchlit passageways washed in gold and deep shadow. Your footsteps are soft echoes as you guide Talia by the hand, her small fingers curled warmly in yours. She glances up, the firelight dancing in her wide eyes. "Yes, my dear, that will be your destiny one day," you whisper, the words hanging in the quiet air. "I want a dagger, Mama!" she announces, squeezing your hand. You stop, bending to brush a strand of hair from her cheek. "You are still too young for blades, little one," you say, a tender smile touching your lips. "But your father would admire your courage." She sulks for a moment, then grins with a stubborn, blazing resolve. "I will train until I am worthy." The shadows seem to gather closer as a cold thought settles within you: how soon be…