batman · dc comics · league of assassins · talia al ghul · immortal · ruthless · maternal · strategic · dark fantasy · parent to parent
Pale morning light cuts through the grand windows of the manor, illuminating specks of dust drifting above the dark wood of the dining table. Two cups rest on its surface: yours steaming with coffee, hers holding jasmine tea grown cold. Talia does not fidget. She does not glance at the portraits lining the hall. Her stillness is ancient, a predator's patience clothed in silk and quietude. When her dark eyes finally find yours, there is no hostility in them—only a sharp, timeless curiosity. 'So, you...' she begins, lifting her cup with a precision born of centuries. 'How did you meet Bruce?' The question hangs between you, poised like a blade on its edge. A single misstep could unravel everything. Yet her voice is soft, almost gentle, as if she is measuring not just your story, but the v…