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would you consider yourself a villain?
βi donβt know why things have to be so black or white. because no, i donβt consider myself a villain. if you hold my track record up against my fatherβs, surely iβll come out of it looking like a saint. much to the dismay of both bruce and my son, i think i fall into the morally gray category, if you must know.βΒ
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Gotham always had something going on β Damian never knowing for it to be completely silent. It has been rather different since the talk of a serum promising to cure mutants was being spread through the community. He doesnβt know how he feels about it, but what he does know that it wasnβt good. The boy doesnβt approve of it, already able to see how much of a disaster that this could potentially be. There was enough narcotics and other illegal substances being transported through these streets.
His uniform doesnβt blend well with the night, but thatβs what his cape could be useful to help conceal himself if needed. The bright colors of his suit one that acts as a warning before his fists meet their face.
Damian goes off on his own, always quick to act off what he felt was best. It would be better to cover more ground that way, and he was never afraid to be outnumbered. The men were three times his size easily, but that didnβt matter. The thugs pull out their weapons, making it more interesting β then something unexpected happens.
βMother?β Damian hesitates for a moment before heβs dodging the blow from anther of the men. He knocked him out easily, eyes looking over at the other men laying there lifeless. The boy doesnβt blink twice before he shifts his gaze back to her.
βWhat are you doing here? Iβm okay, they didnβt get a chance to aim the gun at me. Does father know youβre here?β His feet stepping closer to her, some softness in his eyes as he looks at her.
* bold is spoken in arabic.
Her little Robin. The softness in his eyes reflects her own, and gently, Talia is reaching out a hand to graze against the sharp line of his jaw. His question has her brow furrowing momentarily. While she wanted to tell herself that she was here on business, to infiltrate her fatherβs involvement with the Hope serum, it wasnβt entirely true. It was something sheβd been admittedly keeping on a back burner until she could fulfill her true purpose for showing up in the city - to see her son.Β βThatβs my boy,β she remarks before dark hues fall over the unconscious bodies that surrounded them.Β βIβm here to see you, my love. I hope that is alright with you.βΒ
When Damian is bringing up Bruce, Taliaβs shoulders raise in a shrug.Β βI havenβt announced my presence to your father, no.β She turns on her heel.Β βBut that isnβt saying much. Iβd assume he has some sort of code red that sounds off when I step over the city line.β Itβs her attempt at keeping the conversation lighthearted, not wanting to build up the boys hopes about her and Bruce. It was something that happened in the past, and although she had a track record of letting her son down, this was something she couldnβt bear to see him get excited about.Β βI donβt know how long Iβll be here, but Iβd like to see you. I brought you some things.β Hand extends to offer the male a cell phone - nothing fancy, but something they could keep communication on.Β βAnd... I wanted you to have this.β She tugs the sheathed dagger from her waistband, holding it out horizontally so that he could see it better.Β βIt was mine when I was your age. I trained with this for years. It was a little worn, but I had it restored to its original beauty. Go on,β Talia then hands it to him.Β
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Bruce is expecting her after her brief appearance during patrol. She doesnβt always make a point to touch base with him when she drops in on Damian, but given the current chaos of the city, itβs more than possible sheβs here on business. Her entrance trips just about every damn alarm in the whole house and he quietly deactivates them all. As she draws closer, he sets the batcomputer at the highest, most restrictive levels of security clearance, and runs one of Timβs nastiest encryptions on all of his open case files. He has no way of knowing if thatβs enough. Though it grants him a home field advantage, he doesnβt like her in the cave.
Her laugh shakes his concentration, makes frustration curl in his gut. As does her hand on the back of his chair, her face too close to his. Her eyes, of which Damianβs are a perfect replica, tell a storyβ β clear, focused, and more herself, not quite so shadowed over with her fatherβs terrible purpose. βYour concern is touching,β he deadpans, mouth pressed into a grim line. βI donβt think it much matters. Not when whatever youβre about to tell me will undoubtedly derail all of my operations for the foreseeable future.β
He feels a prickle of some emotion at βbelovedβ. The worst thing about it is the honesty in the emotion behind it. That was Taliaβshe could be screwing him over at astronomical proportions while whispering sweet nothings in his ear, and somehow sheβd make it seem like the two werenβt contradictory. βWhy are you in my house, Talia?β
Talia expected this exact response to her dropping in, and therefore doesnβt bat an eyelash when he speaks. She shifts to stand before him, a hip resting against the ledge of his desk.Β βIβve come to see my son,β she says matter-of-factly, arms lifting to cross over her chest. That was just the half of it. Her fatherβs possible involvement with the Hope serum was hitting far too close to home for Talia. Sheβs already aware that Bruce and Damian had been patrolling and looking into the drug, and just the mere possibility of them and her father crossing paths was an immediate tell that she had to get in the middle of it before it became their reality.Β
She sat in on a meeting between her father and his constituents, already off-put by his plan to not only ride the wave of the anti-mutant movement going on, but to use the drug for his own bidding - to weed out the weak, and take whoeverβs left for himself. Thereβs a slight clench of her jaw as she breaks the eye contact with her beloved, eyes moving over the screens that illuminated his features.Β βAnd to see you.β Still not looking at the male, Taliaβs reaching into the pocket of her coat, retrieving a small SD card. She holds it between her index and middle finger, inspecting it in the dim light that engulfed them. Unbeknownst to her father, Talia made a copy of the information heβd been given about the serumβs shipments, where they were being stored, and where they were being sold.Β
βI wanted to share with you the fact that my father is looking to get in on this entire Hope serum business.β She scoffs.Β βAnd by that, I mean take as much of it for himself as he can, and kill whoever tries to stop him.β She had always had a strong loyalty to her father, but the one thing that would make her go against him is if he threatened the safety of someone she loved. Sheβs closing her hand to keep the card in her palm, a slight shake of her head to follow.Β βAs perceptive as you are, my beloved, I donβt think you saw that coming.βΒ
Though her outward demeanor most likely didnβt show it, Talia was walking a little taller after having seen her son. It wasnβt under desirable circumstances, but long ago she accepted that their family dynamic would never mimic that of a traditional one, so sheβd take moments with him wherever she could. Whether or not to make Bruce aware of her presence was something that teetered in the back of her mind but before the assassin knew it, she was at the doors of the manor.Β
Dark hues inspect the immaculate grand hall, mentally giving kudos to Alfred for the decor and upkeep. Sheβs sure without him, the swarovski chandeliers that hang would be covered in inches of dust. The thought has a slight smirk forming to her features as she heads down the corridor thatβll lead her to the cave. If her timing is correct, theyβd just returned from patrol and Bruce was glued to file after file of information gained from their outing.Β
And as sheβs greeted with the sight of him illuminated by screens, Talia can only let out a breathy laugh. Approaching him, one of her hands places delicately at the back of his chair, eyeing him from behind it.Β βHasnβt Alfred warned you about the dangers of too much screentime?β Her hand grips the seat a little tighter, pivoting the chair just enough so earthen hues can meet his own.Β βHello, my beloved.β Thereβs a spark of familiarity that resonates in the back of Taliaβs mind, noting how despite how much time she and Bruce had spent apart, it was almost as though they never missed a beat.Β βWhat is on the docket for tonight?βΒ

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Normally, when her father emparts on new schemes, Talia isnβt one to bat an eyelash. Itβd been the way she lived her life ever since she could remember. However, when Gotham City is spoken among his father and one of his many constituents, Taliaβs making sure to listen closely for further information. A new narcotic has invaded the streets surrounding cities, sold under theΒ sobriquet of the Hope serum. Manicured fingertips card through folder upon folder detailing every bit of information regarding the serum, including shipments and where theyβre headed. It only took a single glance over Gothamβs coordinates for Talia to know what she had to do.Β
Her son isnβt hard to find. As the darkness of night cloaks the already dreary city, flashes of red, yellow and green are stark against Gothamβs usual color palette. One of the men representing the serums manufacturer mentioned a drop of product happening tonight. Talia was sure to get a good seat for the show about to unfold before her.Β
Though itβll prove a little difficult for the assassin when she watches her son break off from Batmanβs protection, off fighting a handful of men that attempt to salvage the stock now that bats had rained on their parade.Β
βThe boy is fine, Talia.β A voice resonates at the back of her mind - and begrudgingly, itβs her fatherβs - assuring the daughter of the demon that her son would be okay.Β
Until he wasnβt. Punches were getting too harsh for her liking, and Talia can feel herself subconsciously nearing the edge of the brick wall sheβd been hiding behind. And then thereβs a flash of silver metal that is unmistakable. In three quick strides, Talia is rushing to the point of action, a kick dismantling the gunman to place the weapon in her own hands.Β
She figured if Robin was here, then Batman wasnβt trailing far behind - the last thing Talia needed to hear was how she shouldnβt have killed Damianβs attackers, that itβs poor vigilantism and parenting. Bullets are fired in the legs of these men, enough to subdue them so that Bruce could continue on with their investigation. Labored breathing is the only thing heard as the ringing from the gunshots wind down, and dark hues are searching for a perfectly matching set.Β
βMy adored,β she exhales, tucking the pistol into her waistband.Β βIβm sorry our reunion had to be like this. Are you okay?βΒ
**bold is spoken in arabic.Β
β β isnβt that talia al ghul wandering the streets of new york? civilians know them as leviathan and see them as an anti-hero. as far as i know, the thirty six year old stands with the league of assassins and are rumoured to be pretty manipulative & ruthless. ( aiysha hart / cisfemale / she/her )Β
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The day I took my first step, my father did not smile. He did not congratulate me. He did not take a picture and tell me how proud he was. No. When he saw me walk, my father gave me a sword. Then he slapped me with the back of his hand. And I fell to the ground. It is my first memory. The shock of it. Blood in my mouth. On my tongue. Bitter wet. I wiped my lip. I looked up at the demon. βFight,β he said. βOr die.β And so I fought. Every minute. Every day. Sometimes I won. Sometimes I died.