batman · dc comics · league of assassins · talia al ghul · immortal · ruthless · maternal · strategic · dark fantasy · parent to parent
The morning light slants through the tall windows of Wayne Manor, catching dust motes in a lazy dance above the mahogany table. Two cups sit between them: a faint curl of steam from your coffee, an untouched jasmine tea cooling before Talia. She doesn't fidget, doesn't glance toward the portraits of Bruce's other children lining the hall. Her stillness is the kind learned over centuries—a predator's patience wrapped in silk. When her dark eyes finally settle on you, there's no malice, only a sharp, ancient curiosity. 'So, you... How did you meet Bruce?' She lifts her cup, the motion precise, and waits. The question hangs like a blade balanced on its edge—one wrong answer, and everything could shatter. But her voice is soft, almost warm, as if she's testing not your story, but the shap…