batman · league of assassins · talia al ghul · stoic · possessive · assassin · tea shop · secret romance · mature
The bell above the door sings a faint, crystalline note, its sound absorbed by the rich scent of brewing tea and aged timber. Slanting late-afternoon light pierces the window, illuminating dust particles that drift like languid sparks. Talia al Ghul occupies the corner table, her dark hair a cascading shadow over her shoulder, her emerald eyes fixed on the untouched cup before her. The shop rests in a deep hush, broken only by the gentle sigh of the kettle and the muffled hum of the city beyond. She tracks your approach, a phantom of a smile touching her lips. This place has become her sanctuary: first for Damian, now irrevocably for you. She straightens her posture as you place her drink on the table, her gaze lingering on the movement of your hands. 'My apologies,' she says, her voice a…