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zwjat-al-ibn-alghul:

gothamcreation:

Batman entered, slowly, he wouldn’t drop his guard around her because he knew her. She was a jewel laden viper, in the end, and as soon as he forgot her bite… he found venom in his veins. His hands made no twitch or motion towards the glass she held out to him and he felt tension in his jaw. “Talia, this madness must end,” He tried to sound as hard as he could, not the hard where he would bang her up against a wall or draw blood, but the hard of a loveless relation. “I know you have another baby.” Batman paused. He realized only when he spoke of the child out loud that he didn’t know what he wanted to do about it. He didn’t… want the child, he hadn’t come here to demand to be given his son because he knew that she would most likely make another child but he couldn’t simply leave this boy to have his soul blackened, mind washed with thoughts of world domination, and more Al Ghul madness scrubbed into all places where childhood innocence should live.  For those reasons, he knew he should take the child. Then again, who had the right to take a baby from its mother? Bruce frowned, the gray, there was no black and white like Clark always thought. No right, no wrong. Only this muddy water he seemed to exist in. “Show me the boy, Talia.”

Sighing heavily, Talia took another sip from her glass before putting down the tumblers back down on the table.

“You’ve grown so cold this past decade.” She glanced back over her shoulder and walked up to Bruce, running her hand over his exposed jaw. “It’s hard to remember our wedding night, when Damian was conceived. Your words and the heat between—” Talia pulled back her hand suddenly and pinched the bridge of her nose.

“—I waste my words, don’t I? I don’t need to remind you of any of it. I don’t need to hear how much you—” Talia turned around. “—hate me, now. I’ll take you to our new son.” She walked out of the conservatory into the main room of the apartments.

Glancing behind at Bruce, Talia offered a thin smile, “He’s more like you than Damian was at this age. Damian…was a different baby,” she turned back around as they headed towards the bedrooms. “My father used to say watching me and Damian, was like watching my mother and me. I hated to hear him say that.” Talia paused in front of the nursery door.

“Because every bit of good that was ever in me was all but gone by the time I was in my late-teens, and I had to watch history repeat itself with Damian.” Talia looked back over at Bruce.

“However much you want to believe it, Beloved, that’s why I got Damian to you as soon as I was in a position to do so.” Talia glanced aside, “Things are different now. I no longer fear or submit to my Father…but it was too late for me to do any good for Damian.”

Talia pushed open the nursery doors and nodded at the two nannies keeping watch nearby the large crib. They inclined their heads and exited via one of the other doors. Walking silently across the room, Talia bowed her head over the crib and smiled down at Tallant, sleeping soundly.

“But there was another child,” Talia murmured. “One my Father had insisted be created in case Damian didn’t survive. Ra’s hid away this child —suspended in an incu-womb— when he saw how strongly I cared for Damian, he didn’t want me to have affection for anyone more than himself. He hates you so much because you won’t be a dutiful son and I love you still so deeply.

“I couldn’t bear the thought of another child of ours out there, somewhere.” She brushed her hand against Tallant’s ruddy cheeks.

“After my Father died, it took me years to find our second son. I was going to raise him after I had delivered Damian to you, then Ra’s came back and you ‘died’,” Talia paused and picked up her baby, cradling the sleeping infant gently and adjusting him as the year old child shifted and whimpered.

“His name is Tallant. It means Great swordsman. His Arabic name is Thaanin ibn al Xu’ffasch, The second son of the Bat. Damian being Ibn al Xu’ffasch, naturally,” Talia walked over to Bruce and offered out a waking Tallant towards him, the dark-haired infant rubbing his dark blue eyes.

“Tallant, this is your father,” Talia whispered to her son, raising her brown eyes up to look solemnly at Bruce. “He’s a very good man and a valiant hero. You must try to be like him.”

Bruce was ground bitter from the state he saw Damian’s mind and body in. “I don’t believe that you will ever be free of your father,” He said without pause. “By your will or his.” He followed her into the bedroom, feeling the lingering sensation of where she had touched his jaw. He felt anticipation but it was barely more than cold tension, he was braced, as if for a bullet- not a baby.

He didn’t know where she drew the line anymore, he had realized that he never had known. In the end, he felt Talia was a creature of her own, wild in a way, but faking being tame. She would bite you when you forgot that she was not a house cat but a tigress, he believed. “Maybe in another life, another time, Talia, a place where you truly were free of your father, maybe there, things would have been different for us but that’s not the world we live in,” Bruce looked at the small boy’s face. “Not our world. How much more of my genetic material do you have? I don’t want any more children made, Talia.” He narrowed blue eyes. “No more.” His next words, the demand that what was left was destroyed or he would destroy it himself. One way or another, by whatever means he had to go to see it cleared thoroughly but the boy silenced the thoughts. He was not so cold to deny his own child, no matter how that child had come to be.

He saw her offer Tallant to him and with black gloves he took the boy. Bruce curled the waking child along one thick glove, minding the sharp points and the bumps. He was quiet as he looked over the child, searching for what was similar to Damian and what was different. He looked for a Wayne. He looked for an Al Ghul. He was angry the child existed but not angry at the child for existing, he just felt the weight of a child bearing his blood but not his care. Damian had been damaged enough in such short time. “Tallant.” He said firmly.

Talia folded her arms across her chest and darted her eyes to the side, “I don’t have any more genetic material from you, Bruce. I never did. Only what I carried and what was extracted from me. My Father owned all of that. The material would be useless now, anyway. It’s been over a decade.”

Watching Tallant stare up at his father and not even move to whimper, Talia actually smiled, “He knows his Father. Unlike Damian, I’ve showed Tallant pictures and footage of you as soon as he could sit up.” She knotted her hands together and gazed steadily at Bruce.

"He’s a good child, he will be a good man. I will see to that. Damian…" Talia trailed off and lowered her eyes to the side. "…Damian is your legacy. He was never really mine and he and I both know it. Tallant won’t be The Batman one day.” She locked her gaze with Bruce’s.

"I couldn’t bear it, Beloved. I won’t see Tallant drafted into your war. I saw what the consequence was with Jason; and I vowed that I would keep Damian balanced. But he will have none of my ‘interfering’, as he calls it." Talia walked over and placed her hand on Bruce’s arm.

"I have trusted you so much in the past and relied upon you to keep that balance of good in my small world, built upon a hateful legacy. But I can’t do that anymore." Talia lifted Tallant from Bruce’s arms and turned away.

"I don’t need to rely upon any man, especially my father or you, ever again. To go along with what either of you expect or want from me," Talia dawdled her son, turning back around to stare solemnly up at Bruce, her brown eyes narrowing as she offered him a painful smile.

"I love you. I have always and will always do so. But I’m not enough for you, I never was. I question sometimes if any woman ever will be." Talia paced over to the window and gazed outside, letting Tallant’s chubby fist wrap around the edge of her left hand.

"I tried so desperately as a girl to be what you wanted in a woman, but I could not do so under my father’s shadow. I thought he was helping me be with you; but all he really wanted was a grandchild he could manipulate or even possess if necessary."

Talia looked at the reflection of Bruce in the window glass, “I’m here because of Damian, not because of you. Make no mistake, Be—Batman.” She turned around and gazed steadily at him. “There are dark forces here to be reckoned with; and I will not leave my son at the behest of them, whether he wishes my assistance or not.”

Searching Bruce’s solemn features, Talia smiled sadly and walked back over to him. “I am not repentant, Batman. I love our sons. Whatever I do, is so they don’t bear the same burden of being the descendants of ‘The Demon’s Head’ as I and my siblings had to bear.” She across to the crib.

"I wonder though," Talia voiced, putting Tallant down in his crib, the boy sitting up and staring through the bars. "If you do what you do, so that your children don’t bear the weight of your demons one day. Or if you are training them to shoulder the burden in the future.” She questioned, turning around with a raised brow.

milliondollardebut-deactivated2 said: //ahhhh. Your writing is so gorgeous. Talia, I feel so bad for her. She just loves Bruce and goooossshh. Fantastic, fantastic.

(( Thank-you. :) I’ve always had that understanding for Talia, I don’t sympathize or ‘pity’ because I think it’s demeaning her character by labeling her as being ‘Just that poor girl caught up in her father’s plans.’

Talia isn’t purely that ‘Daughter of The Demon’ character created in the seventies anymore, she hasn’t been for a long time; and I don’t think it’s been fair for any writer to keep her in that mold of ‘Ra’s personal lackey’.

(Sorry, this is going to be a long reply. I have the Talia feels at the moment for how she’s been portrayed, even in Nolan’s film.)

She’s been her own woman for many years since Ra’s first ‘death’ and the only time you see her snap back is during The Resurrection Of Ra’s al Ghul saga. She goes to be embraced by her father; but then goes against his wishes in order to protect Damian from him, disarming Ra’s and threatening him with death.

It’s something a lot of writers are missing here, Talia loves her son in the best way she knows how, she doesn’t know any other way because she lost her own mother when she was five years old; and she was left alone to be raised by an overprotective madman —also loosing more of his mind through the grief of losing his wife— and his team of assassins.

But Talia left Damian with Bruce, she didn’t hide him away to be raised solely as an al Ghul, bent on World Domination. She wanted Damian to be able to make his own decision. Grant Morrison writes Talia as being ‘dismissive’ when she turns Damian away and calls him ‘an enemy of the house of al Ghul.’

But it’s obvious —by all previous actions— that Talia wants Damian away from the life she knows no other way to live. Talia has loved Bruce since they first met, long before Ra’s started making plans for them. (Ra’s only started making plans when he saw Talia loved Bruce. One of Ra’s few redeeming traits is that he wanted only the best for his daughter, and that’s, thankfully, something Talia inherited for her son.)

Writers miss that all the time, Talia didn’t seduce Bruce for her father, she was in love with Bruce and he felt the same way about her. It’s such a nasty subject —that I think the New 52 has gotten rid of— that Damian was created artificially through some sort of ‘drug-rape’. Instead of being conceived naturally and then put into the incu-womb.

Son Of The Demon and Birth Of The Demon are some of the most incredible Batman story arcs ever written. In the romantic scenes you see how much Bruce genuinely cares for Talia —and vice-versa— in such a manner you never thought possible from him. You don’t see Bruce act this way with any other woman, even Selina Kyle.

I understand the writers wanting to have a ‘femme fatal’ ideal for their usual audience, (I don’t agree, but it’s true,) but I think Selina always filled that role so well (I don’t agree with her being put into a ‘romantic lead/Lois Lane’ type for Bruce either. She is so much better as an antagonist and occasional romantic interest.)

I don’t know why Talia needed to be ‘lessened’ by being molded the way of a ‘Black Widow’, when, really, she’s a force to be reckoned with; far beyond her sex and her previous relationship with Bruce.

Talia is the leader of an entire organization, she’s independent; strong; skilled; capable and determined. She is one of the best female characters DC invented and yet they don’t know what to do with her. So they keep thrusting her into the role of ‘Black Widow’ and making her a female Ra’s. This discredits Talia’s evolution as a character so much.

Not one writer has bothered to write Talia well since Birth Of The Demon till Tomasi recently penned Batman and Robin #0…over twenty years later! (Even then I have a couple of issues, but, on the whole, it’s much better than anything Morrison wrote of her.)

(I’m currently taking a comic writers and artists class at the moment, [my teacher worked as a artist and writer for both DC and Marvel in the nineties,] and I’m going to ask his opinion on about independent comic book women [hero and antagonists]; why they aren’t as individually characterized as well as their male counterparts, even to this day; and why there hasn’t been much of a movement to do so.)

[Hope you don’t mind me publishing this. I’d like to keep this on my blog to remind me to talk to my teacher. ;)] ))

gothamcreation:

zwjat-al-ibn-alghul:

Drinking alone. Well, at least I’m contradicting yet another of my Father’s rules. Talia thought boredly, tossing her long ponytail over her shoulder.

Getting up from the peacock chair, Talia strolled across the conservatory floor; swirling her tumbler of arak, before taking a sip of the beverage.

Raising her gaze upwards, al Ghul could practically feel whatever presence loomed outside of the conservatory, long before the silent alarm began alerting her from her wristband.

Switching her drink to her left hand and drawing her medieval scimitar silently from the scabbard on her left with her free hand, Talia stood poised as she turned around to face the looming figure at the window.

Talia.”

Smiling benignly up at the familiar figure, Talia sheathed her sword and turned back around, “Really, Beloved? After all these years? A simple phone call beforehand would have sufficed. At least then I would have had time to change into something more accommodating, then my training clothing.”

Talia strolled back over to the table and pulled over the decanter of arak, reaching for another tumbler and pouring a shot of the clear, sweet liquor into the green glass.

“But I suppose old habits die hard. It’s all right, I forgive you.” Talia turned back around and offered out the tumbler to The Batman. “How was your journey? Has our darling son been behaving himself? And have you seen my dear Jason lately?”

Batman entered, slowly, he wouldn’t drop his guard around her because he knew her. She was a jewel laden viper, in the end, and as soon as he forgot her bite… he found venom in his veins. His hands made no twitch or motion towards the glass she held out to him and he felt tension in his jaw. “Talia, this madness must end,” He tried to sound as hard as he could, not the hard where he would bang her up against a wall or draw blood, but the hard of a loveless relation. “I know you have another baby.” Batman paused. He realized only when he spoke of the child out loud that he didn’t know what he wanted to do about it. He didn’t… want the child, he hadn’t come here to demand to be given his son because he knew that she would most likely make another child but he couldn’t simply leave this boy to have his soul blackened, mind washed with thoughts of world domination, and more Al Ghul madness scrubbed into all places where childhood innocence should live.  For those reasons, he knew he should take the child. Then again, who had the right to take a baby from its mother? Bruce frowned, the gray, there was no black and white like Clark always thought. No right, no wrong. Only this muddy water he seemed to exist in. “Show me the boy, Talia.”

Sighing heavily, Talia took another sip from her glass before putting down the tumblers back down on the table.

"You’ve grown so cold this past decade." She glanced back over her shoulder and walked up to Bruce, running her hand over his exposed jaw. "It’s hard to remember our wedding night, when Damian was conceived. Your words and the heat between—" Talia pulled back her hand suddenly and pinched the bridge of her nose.

"—I waste my words, don’t I? I don’t need to remind you of any of it. I don’t need to hear how much you—" Talia turned around. "—hate me, now. I’ll take you to our new son." She walked out of the conservatory into the main room of the apartments.

Glancing behind at Bruce, Talia offered a thin smile, “He’s more like you than Damian was at this age. Damian…was a different baby,” she turned back around as they headed towards the bedrooms. “My father used to say watching me and Damian, was like watching my mother and me. I hated to hear him say that.” Talia paused in front of the nursery door.

"Because every bit of good that was ever in me was all but gone by the time I was in my late-teens, and I had to watch history repeat itself with Damian." Talia looked back over at Bruce.

"However much you want to believe it, Beloved, that’s why I got Damian to you as soon as I was in a position to do so." Talia glanced aside, "Things are different now. I no longer fear or submit to my Father…but it was too late for me to do any good for Damian."

Talia pushed open the nursery doors and nodded at the two nannies keeping watch nearby the large crib. They inclined their heads and exited via one of the other doors. Walking silently across the room, Talia bowed her head over the crib and smiled down at Tallant, sleeping soundly.

"But there was another child," Talia murmured. "One my Father had insisted be created in case Damian didn’t survive. Ra’s hid away this child —suspended in an incu-womb— when he saw how strongly I cared for Damian, he didn’t want me to have affection for anyone more than himself. He hates you so much because you won’t be a dutiful son and I love you still so deeply.

"I couldn’t bear the thought of another child of ours out there, somewhere." She brushed her hand against Tallant’s ruddy cheeks.

"After my Father died, it took me years to find our second son. I was going to raise him after I had delivered Damian to you, then Ra’s came back and you ‘died’," Talia paused and picked up her baby, cradling the sleeping infant gently and adjusting him as the year old child shifted and whimpered.

"His name is Tallant. It means Great swordsman. His Arabic name is Thaanin ibn al Xu’ffasch, The second son of the Bat. Damian being Ibn al Xu’ffasch, naturally,” Talia walked over to Bruce and offered out a waking Tallant towards him, the dark-haired infant rubbing his dark blue eyes.

"Tallant, this is your father," Talia whispered to her son, raising her brown eyes up to look solemnly at Bruce. "He’s a very good man and a valiant hero. You must try to be like him.”

gothamcreation:

Batman knew where she was. The information Barbara had given him he could not even consider a tip or a rumor. He took it as fact. Fact that Talia had rented out the entire top floor of Hotel Belle Monico and that she was, currently, living here- with this baby. His chest was tight but not as tight as his jaw, back teeth grinding together, back-and-forth, back-and-forth. He was listening with a sensitive ear-piece, waiting for when she passed by the window below his dark form. His thoughts were conflicted, anger, but he could only be so angry with her. His anger came to a point and fizzled through his muscle, becoming the dark glow that forever surrounded him.

He listened for the sounds of an infant inside. A little cry, a little giggle, anything familiar- he wouldn’t crash through windows if the infant was close. He drifted, slowly, to the window and positioned himself there, knelt with his cowl bowed and the angular shadow of his ears stretched out through the window, over the floor, and up the ceiling elongated and stretched like a monster.Talia.”

Drinking alone. Well, at least I’m contradicting yet another of my Father’s rules. Talia thought boredly, tossing her long ponytail over her shoulder.

Getting up from the peacock chair, Talia strolled across the conservatory floor; swirling her tumbler of arak, before taking a sip of the beverage.

Raising her gaze upwards, al Ghul could practically feel whatever presence loomed outside of the conservatory, long before the silent alarm began alerting her from her wristband.

Switching her drink to her left hand and drawing her medieval scimitar silently from the scabbard on her left with her free hand, Talia stood poised as she turned around to face the looming figure at the window.

Talia.”

Smiling benignly up at the familiar figure, Talia sheathed her sword and turned back around, “Really, Beloved? After all these years? A simple phone call beforehand would have sufficed. At least then I would have had time to change into something more accommodating, then my training clothing.”

Talia strolled back over to the table and pulled over the decanter of arak, reaching for another tumbler and pouring a shot of the clear, sweet liquor into the green glass.

"But I suppose old habits die hard. It’s all right, I forgive you." Talia turned back around and offered out the tumbler to The Batman. "How was your journey? Has our darling son been behaving himself? And have you seen my dear Jason lately?"

Anonymous said: What does your user name mean?

Zawjat al ibn al Ghul meaning “Daughter Of The Demon’s Head” in Arabic.

That is myself, anon.

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"Begin!"

Talia pulled back into a defense stance, as her opponent advance-lunged and she beat-parried his move. 

Her opponent drew back his sabre slightly and Talia moved into into a balestra, forcing her taller opponent to passe arriere as she preformed a compound-riposte.

"You are not acting as one who is well taught with their blade should," Talia spat out the accusation as her opponent.

Al Ghul’s opponent growled and attempted to maneuver into a in quartata, but Talia smirked and quickly flicked her sword arm behind her and used her free hand to launch herself forward over her attacker’s head.

Her opponent turned and Talia lunged into a flurried compound-attack, “Not good enough,” she taunted as her opponent lunged forward and they moved into a conversation. “You fight as one with a troubled mind, when your mind should be clear. Your actions precise and every defensive stroke anticipated.”

Talia’s opponent grimaced as their blades locked together, "You never change. I hope you are aware of that."

With a laugh, Talia preformed a glisé, darting her eyes aside at the third occupant of the room, who was leaning against the opposing wall from them and acting as director. “Perhaps you are distracted.”

Talia’s opponent glanced aside at their companion, who raised an eyebrow in response.

"I’m not much of a distraction. Well, for him at least, Ms al Ghul."

With a shrug, Talia pulled back from her opponent and sheathed her sabre, “Then it must be past due for a break,” she strolled across the room to the iced-water jug resting on a side-table and poured herself a glass.

The third occupant of the room, sided up to her, "Ms al Ghul?"

"Hmm?" Talia turned her head to gaze slightly down at her questioner as she sipped her water.

"I’ve been told that you’ve given certain photographic evidence to Dinah Lance. Is that true?"

Talia smirked and lowered her glass, “Yes. Your companion recommended it would be the best course of action,” she took another drink of water and put the empty glass back on the table, “there’s only so much I can do, myself, child. Dinah Lance is a member of the Justice League and of The Birds Of Prey. I have extensive networks —which I am happy to put at your companion’s disposal— but you disprove of that, I hear?”

"With reason. You know who, and more importantly, what I am, Ms al Ghul."

Talia widened her eyes sarcastically, “No, really? With your parentage? Never.” She folded her arms across her chest, “Sycophants breed sycophants.” 

Turning her back, Talia shrugged, “Suit yourself. I have seen enough to know that whatever the future is holding, it will come to pass.” Al Ghul passed by her fencing opponent and rested her hand on his shoulder as she moved towards the exit.

"For the moment, we’ll just see how this is all going to play out."

A gentle reminder that the day is coming, my Alexander. You may have all the wishes of your father that it was not so…but you will rise, Habibi. Higher, and better, and more perfect beyond anything your father could ever dream.

You may not see it now, but the day will soon dawn when you see who and what you truly have been born to be.

Damian.

Damianos.

You will tame this world; and do it without the sycophantic values your father and Grayson have tried so hard to put in place of your early lessons. You will take their lessons in strength, and mine, to create something new.

You cannot run forever from fate. Soon, you will see that your mother’s words ring so very true, Damian.

You are destined for far more than just the mantle of your father or the sword of your grandfather.

Your future is not set in stone. The day is coming when everything will change.

katefatale:

rawrrawrraygor:

Hey Lindsey, I thought it’d be cool if BBoG started out with them all breaking out of Arkham together which is why they’d all start living together. So I drew this. I can’t draw either comic versions or Selina or Talia ):

Talia is sooo unimpressed with everyone. :)

This was not a good idea. For the record, the hour we did spend all together in a &#8216;borrowed&#8217; residence, (before I managed to escape,) was akin to years in an Tibetan madhouse&#8230;I should know&#8230;

katefatale:

rawrrawrraygor:

Hey Lindsey, I thought it’d be cool if BBoG started out with them all breaking out of Arkham together which is why they’d all start living together. So I drew this. I can’t draw either comic versions or Selina or Talia ):

Talia is sooo unimpressed with everyone. :)

This was not a good idea. For the record, the hour we did spend all together in a ‘borrowed’ residence, (before I managed to escape,) was akin to years in an Tibetan madhouse…I should know…