#character: talia

[beautyxpain]

Location: Wine Bar Characters: Talia & Gabs @ofliarsandlovers

Talia was never one for the sunlight like so many others. The night was her true element, a time when she felt most alive. On this particular evening, she ventured out for a drink—not her usual hunt, but it would do for now. She settled into a seat at the bar, where a seasonal wine tasting was underway, each glass offering a new, intriguing flavor. But as she took in the ambiance, her gaze caught on someone taking a seat by her—a strikingly beautiful figure that even she couldn’t ignore. A rare find, one worth noting, if only for a moment longer. "Interesting taste and notes." she spoke as she held the wine glass in hand.

[shyjusticewarrior]

Cass: *recording*

Steph, holding microphone: Who do you prefer Bruce be with, Selina or Talia?

Dick: Selina.

Jason: They're both too good for him.

Tim: Selina has threatened to kick my ass, but the guys Talia raised have kicked my ass. Selina also brings Bruce more work-life balance.

Tim: Mostly I just want Bruce to stay out of my love life.

Steph: Real.

Duke: Jefferson Pierce, so he'll stay away from my mom.

Dick: We can do that? In that case, Clark.

Steph: What about you, Damian?

Damian: Tt. Either way he'll be obnoxious.

Jason: Damian knows what's up.

[batbabydamian]

i saw your username in the corner of my eye and thought it said “fatbabydamian”.

THIS MADE ME BURST OUT LAUGHING 😭 i dedicated a csp file called fatbabydamian bc of you ty

[corkinavoid]

DPxDC Al Ghul Twins: the Sun and the Moon

Polar opposites of each other, the Demon Twins. They like to pretend as each other from time to time, or, other times, they like acting perfectly in sync, like the creepy horror twins they are.

The titles first start when someone calls Danny the Shadow of the Moon. Never seen, never noticed, never given much thought until suddenly it's too late. Danny laughs and says that Damian is the Moon, then - his Moon, always orbiting around. Damian rolls his eyes.

Over time, the titles change and shift, gaining more meaning. More weight behind them.

When Talia introduces Bruce to the twins, she calls them her Sun and Moon. Bruce mentions it to the rest of the kids once, and they adopt it. It seems logical, really.

Danny, the Sun, smiling and laughing, eager for affection and never one to back down from hugs. Damian, the Moon, distant and reserved, keeping to himself and cold at times.

It's only months later, when they mention it in Jason's presence, that he laughs at them.

They have it all wrong, as it turns out. Not only because the titles have nothing to do with the twins' characters.

The Sun, fierce, bright and unrelenting, the heat that will wear you down to exhaustion, the fire and flames of rage, the star that everything centers around. The mirage in the desert, the power that bows to no one, never to be ignored.

The Moon, distant, cold, and unassuming, the pull of the tide, the only light in the darkness, causing shadows to seem so much darker, the harbinger of nightmares. The faint presence in the evening skies, the howl of a wolf, the influence you can easily ignore until suddenly you can't afford to.

Damian, the Sun, rash and quick to act on impulse, leaving a burning path in his wake. Danny, the Moon, silent and almost gentle, who you won't notice until it's too late.

Consider yourself lucky if you are left with only a scorch when you come too close to the Sun because he can, and he will burn you to ashes if he desires. But with the Moon, you are in luck if he kills you. Because when he doesn't, the shadows creep closer, crawling behind your back, and you keep looking around, knowing that the strike will come but not knowing when.

Danny laughs, quips, and plays pranks, but his eyes are cold like the lake frozen solid. Damian scolds, clicks his tongue, and brushes you off, but his eyes are full of fire that never dies out.

Talia's eyes are dark and full of secrets, like she herself is full of carefully wrapped lies and dark corners. The Demon Twins call her their Sky: vast and unknown, charming and stealing your breath away until there's no air in your lungs and the stars dim before your eyes.

A few years pass, and Tim catches Danny referring to Bats as their Stars. He thinks it's because there's so many of them that the twins just decided to summarize the titles, but much later, he learns that the meaning is a lot more poetic.

The light that guides you through the night, which, unlike the moon, never goes away.

[ofxlilac]

"I do." she stated as she handed the other the item. "I didn't realize I picked out two of the same one. I saw you have the same issue I did earlier." she nodded her head. "here."

sage almost had the box in hand when someone had bumped into her and ultimately nudged the box too far out of reach. great. now she'd never reach the damn thing. "you do? that would be great. i've been trying to reach that for ages and i'm not having any luck"

[lucien-calore]

don't forget bruce wayne and kate kane are jewish

don't forget dick grayson is half romani

don't forget cassandra cain is half chinese

don't forget talia al ghul is half arab and half chinese

don't forget damian wayne is (ethnically) jewish, arab and chinese

don't forget poc characters

[rin-may-1103]

The Disappointment.

This may or may not have multiple parts, depending on whether I feel like writing more. (dcxdp, demon twin au.) also based on some post I read a while ago... can't remember for the life of me who wrote it but if any of you guys do, let me know.

"This way," Mother hissed, snatching Danny's wrist tightly. Damian lagged behind, twisting his head this way and that, keeping an eye out for anyone following them.

"Quick now, we must hurry." She hissed again, her eyes darting back and forth, eyeing the small nicks and scratches she had left previously to lead them away.

Danny glanced back at his brother, watching as he scowled and defiantly lifted his head. His baby brother would die before he allowed anyone to see him defeated.

Glancing back to the path, Danny watched as Mother took down anyone who was in their way, killing without hesitation. As he watched another body hit the floor, Grandfather's muttered words from when he left dinner, ran through the back of his head, "Bring the disappointment to me after sundown. I've seen enough."

There was nowhere in the world they could hide that Grandfather wouldn't follow. They would be hunted for the rest of their short lives, hiding in fear like cowards. Grandfather would not rest until he drew blood.

"In here, Habibi, quiet now. Quickly, both of you." Mother finally let Danny's wrist go, darting across the hall to open the secret door. Danny moved to the side, signaling to Damian that he would keep watch. His brother nodded his head and quickly made his way over, ducking into the small, dark, and eerie corridor.

Mother crouched next to Damian, running her hands over his face like this would be the last time she would see it. knowing her, she probably expected it to be. No one went against their grandfather without severe consequences.

Glancing over his shoulder, Danny studied the shadows; there was a lookout patrol moving closer, which meant they only had a minute before they were discovered. Gritting his teeth, Danny darted across the hall, but instead of joining his mother and brother in the dark corridor, he pushed the wall back, leaving only the missing brick his mother had initially taken out.

"Danyal!" his mother hissed, her voice full of stern panic.

"Apologies Mother, but I can not let you do this," Danny replied, glancing to the side to see how much time he had left. Forty seconds. Crouching down, he picked up the brick and looked back at his mother. Damian stood next to her, his brows furrowed in confusion. Obviously, he hadn't figured out Danny's plan, otherwise he would have started shouting at him.

Mother stared at him for a second, her stern eyes wavering for the first time in Danny's life that he could remember. "Take care of him for me, keep him safe when I can not," Danny asked, grabbing the hood hanging around the back of his neck.

Mother's eyes teared up, but she straightened her back, her black hair framing her pretty face. "You've made up your mind then," she said, her voice low and steady. She rested her hand on Damian's shoulder, giving Danny a nod of understanding. "You are like your father, his love makes him weak."

"But," she continued, kneeling down in a bow, "You are of the demon's blood, it runs in your veins just like mine. Your actions will not be forgotten, nor will they be for nothing. You have my word, tifl alqamar. I love you, Habibi."

Danny nodded his head, unable to voice the thoughts clogging his throat. Instead, he took a silent breath, pulled his hood and mask into place, and shoved the final brick into place. Sealing off his precious family just in time to hear the guards around the corner.

Turning around, Danny silently stalked forward, drawing his shoulders back. The group rounded the corner and stopped, watching him in anticipation. Pitching his voice just slightly to the left and rolling his tongue, Danny spoke in a neutral voice, "take me to grandfather."

The two guards in front shared a look, but the ones in the back straightened up and moved aside. Marching forward, Danny passed the two hesitating guards and with a quick slice, brought them to their knees. He needed this to work, there was no room for mercy, no matter how much he hated it.

"I am the grandson of the demon head, you will respect me as you respect him. there will be no next time." Danny continued walking, pretending to not care if the two managed to follow or not. the remaining guards trailed behind him, silently observing him.

Danny was glad Mother had insisted on them matching today. otherwise, his plan would have failed long before he made it to his grandfather's door.

Stopping in front of the painted carved wood that was grandfather's door, Danny idly studied the carvings and statues around the grand hall. He remembered all the stories of how grandfather had collected them over his lifetime; grand stories of bloodshed and cunning manipulation.

His eyes settled on the one farthest away, with the least interesting story. It was considered ordinary, placed next to art worth billions. But it was Danny's favorite. It was a simple green crystal, carved like a crescent moon.

so simple, yet the most beautiful piece in Danny's opinion. He had always hoped he would die beneath the stars and his ever-faithful friend the moon. Maybe, instead of beneath them, he could die amongst them.

He would take it with him, he decided.

Turning sharply, Danny marched over to the small pedistal and plucked the crystal into his hand. Wrapping his fingers around it, he shoved it into a side pocket and returned back to his position.

They only had to wait for another minute before the door opened, grandfather's servants clearing a path for Danny to walk through.

"I see your mother did not drag you away," Grandfather mused, sitting in his large chair. His dark eyes studied Danny's form, taking in the katana on his back, and the hood and mask concealing his face. He was dressed like he would for a mission; no discernable features, no sign of who he was or wasn't. The perfect image of an assassin.

"at least you aren't a coward," Grandfather hummed, standing from his seat. He slowly pulled out his own katana, aiming it at Danny in a challenge. "no, just disappointing. but you are my blood and that earns you the right to die an honorable death. Draw your sword child, and fight like the warrior you are."

Danny bowed like he had been taught, then without another moment of hesitation, drew his sword and lunged.

He wished he could say it was a drawn-out battle of strength and minds, but it was not. for Danny was only ten years old, and his grandfather had hundreds of years of training and discipline behind him.

he gazed up at his grandfather as his knees hit the ground, his katana dropping to the ground as his hand reached up to the sword impaling his chest. Grandfather's eyes were filled with nothing but contempt, contempt for the useless boy he had just sentenced to death.

but his contempt did not bother Danny, no instead it drew a smile to his face. As much as Grandfather lorded his sharp mind over them, he had never been able to stop Danny from surprising him. So, with a burst of adrenaline, Danny allowed the small shuriken he hid in his sleeve to drop to his left hand and buried it deep into his grandfather's chest.

grandfather lunged back, pulling his katana with him, removing the only thing keeping Danny upright. Danny's body hit the ground, and with the last of his strength, he twisted his head so he could listen as his grandfather cried out in anger.

Grandfather's breath was heavy, the sound of him removing the dagger filling the silence. the shuriken was dropped to the ground with a sharp clatter, falling just a few feet from Danny's face.

"you," Grandfather huffed, "aren't such a disappointment after all. I'll grant you one last honor and keep you in the family tomb. Rest now, Damian, you have fought well."

Danny smiled, the cold feeling of blood loss crawling through his body, but not fast enough to block out the pressure of the moon crystal still in his pocket. He hoped Mother had gotten Damian out in time, and he hoped Damian could forgive him for what he had done.

[kittykatninja321]

Ship wars over Batman are so funny because that man is the king of divorce none of the relationships yall are fighting about are going to last. “He should be with Talia” “He should be with Selina” he can be with both because there is no “endgame” for him outside of dying alone like let’s be serious now

[ofxlilac]

"Nothing wrong with that." she stated with a small smile. "How long have you been working here?" Talia was always curious about what others do for work.

"well, that's good then. i've had to turn down quite a few of those today," irelia turns to start working on the drink. "it's, uh... a lot. and not really my style. i'm better at just making the drinks and having conversation, i think."

[beautyxpain]

Location: Residential District Starter: Open Character: Talia Özdemir

She was on her way to buy some things, mostly for her sister. Call it a grocery run or food run. Not that they had to sate their appetites. They could sustain themselves in ways that wouldn't be legal. She walked through the area and stopped as her heightened senses warned her that someone was approaching. She stopped because they would have collided into her. "After you." she gestured for them to go ahead.

[shyjusticewarrior]

Duke: What are you doing here?

Duke: ... Your excellency.

Damian: You don't call her "your excellency."

Talia: No, no, I kinda like it.

[welcometogrouchland]

ANOTHER SKETCH DUMP! Featuring more of me playing with lineless art. Batman reborn era trio (dick, damian and steph) I miss you...when will you return from war. Also featuring Steph designs bc I've seen ppl dissatisfied w/ her current look, some good mom Talia, and Jason Todd poetry club. Duke is confused not that Jason would start a poetry club but that he'd have such mid poetry opinions. (ID in Alt)

[ofxlilac]

Talia made her way to grab some food, following the familiar route to her favorite sandwich shop. It was a quick stroll past the daily grind, then a turn at the corner, and she'd be there. As she walked, offering a few quiet smiles to people passing by, she noticed someone had dropped their belongings on the ground, just a few feet away.

Instinctively, she stepped forward to help. "Let me help you," she said softly, bending down to gather the scattered items, her natural quiet kindness shining through.

Location: Outside the Daily Grind Open to all!

Laurent had never been so broke. Not since he was a kid.

He thought of his Greco-roman style Villa, the one he had left behind in Monaco and almost just started weeping. He thought of the pool and the courtyard, and the fact that he had staff. God he missed having people to do things for him. How he fucking missed having a maid. There was no way he was able to afford one now and who knew using a vacuum could be so frustrating.

With a slim folder full of sheet music tucked under his arm, Laurent was scowling like a leopard with a headache when she reached into his coat pocket for a cigarette. He was just bougie enough to have his own little slim metal case, the kind that even had a space for your zippo if you were so inclined. Laurent was a matches kind of guy though.

Laurent had the cigarette between his teeth, hands cupped around the end to spare himself a non-light situation and was half contemplating a latte when he dropped his folder. The thing was zipped tight, thank god, so nothing went scattering but still. Laurent dropped his head back and had a vicious and violent thought that did little to calm the tension curling like vines around his bones. He wanted to start screaming.

He sucked hard on the cigarette and with his pride long abandoned, bent down to pick up his belongings.

[damian-lil-babybat]

"My Anatolia" & "My Alexander"

If DC remained truthful to their own canon, and let Talia lied about the miscarriage/abortion instead (like before the retcon, which the author admitted to have misremembered details for iirc), then my OTP since "Batman: The Animated Series", would have not crushed and burn like the city of Alexandria, rendered to ashes and dust that it could never be fully revived in canon.

Based on this panel from Boy Wonder (2024) by Juni Ba.

Headcanon: This is the rose of taif, you cannot convince me otherwise 😭

[zeynyukine3011]

Some Damian Wayne Headcanons

Damian's favourite art medium is oil paint. It is expensive and a very hard medium to master. It is a good challenge for Damian.

Damian likes to make a dent on his father's bank account with the amount of art supplies he buys.

He and Talia spend hours chatting on phone calls.

When he is tired of Bruce's bullshit (which is very often) he goes to stay with his mother.

He draws Alfred a lot. Sometimes rough sketches, sometimes detailed paintings. Because he misses him so much. And Bruce finally learns that this is how his son copes with trauma.

Damian and Talia go to shopping together. Like mother like son, they are both ✨ fashion icons✨

Sometimes, when it is night, when no one is there to listen, Damian sits on his bed and talks with his cat like he is talking to Alfred. Often mundane, everyday things, but sometimes he pours his heart out. He cries and hugs his cat. He falls asleep like that.

When Damian feels stressed and restless, he polishes his swords and knives. It keeps both his hands and mind busy.

[izuizzy]

“First Word” 💙💙

made a comic to express the relief and joy sonic felt when talia finally spoke for the first time once she became more comfortable. [read from left to right]