#muse: talia al ghul

[g0d334t3r]

beloved: i wish to kiss you like i used to / and love you like i used to / without fault and fear or the vengeance you hold so dear / would you have stayed if i wasn’t my father’s daughter and you weren’t your mother’s son? / what is a world without you and i if not just pain

[kakirokero]

Talia Talia give me a chance

[ghost-bxrd]

Hey! I was the anon asking about your thoughts on Bruce being a bad dad (or really just closer to who he is in recent times) and honestly I just wanted your thoughts on it, so thank you!

I also love reading batfam fics where Bruce is a father that loves his kids and believes everyone can be redeemed regardless of whatever crime they may have committed: that’s honestly the Batman I like reading about bc thats what got me into his comics. But it gets complicated when I read fanfiction that uses stuff like UTRH as part of the fic’s lore and then just glosses over Bruce nearly killing his kid to save the Joker, bc that’s very uncomfortable to think about. It’s hard for me to believe that Bruce and Jason are cool when Jason now has the experience of his throat being torn open by his ‘father’ (bc I wouldn’t call someone like that my parent), and our last glimpse of him being his body crumpled to the floor in a pool of blood. Like thinking about how much had to happen between then to ‘now’ in the fic takes me right out of the fic bc that’s just what mentions of times Bruce was a bad father do to me 😭

I prob could’ve worded that more succinctly and shorter but as you may notice I expand a lot on my thoughts lmao. But if you do think up any prompts on Bruce being a complicated father in regard to Jason’s rule over Crime alley, please share!! I’d love to read them and MAYBE write something if the creative juices start flowing

Side note: Good mom Talia is my life blood. Like the struggle of trying to raise her children in such an unforgiving environment where she’s been trapped since SHE was a child OR in a place that, while not actively harming them (in a League where Ra’s isn’t evil), isn’t giving them the opportunity to shine the way she knows they could. Good shit.

Very valid. Everyone’s got their own preferences regarding tropes and world building 💚 and I can totally understand the batarang incident part. Jason should be pissed about it. Rightfully so. On the other hand I refuse to view this part as canon because the Batman I know would never and I steadfastly refuse to write this part as anything other than an accident/misunderstanding in every single fic ever lmaooo

Hehe I’ll try to come up with some complex parent Bruce Wayne prompts soon, so keep an eye on the corresponding tag ✨

And y e s, good mom Talia is awesome. Talia’s life hasn’t been easy but she’s trying to make the best of it and carve out her own little space of happiness for her and her son, and upon realizing that it’s still not enough immediately prioritizes her son’s safety and wellbeing to send him to live with Bruce. Something I imagine would be absolute agony for any loving mother. 🥺

[poetdeco]

THE DAMPHIR PRINCE / alucard.

HEAR THE CANARY CRY / dinah laurel lance.

SHE'S LAWNIQUE / elle woods.

IMPOSSIBLE TARGET / ethan hunt.

SEVEN TIME BEAUTY / evelyn hugo.

THE DAMNED PRINCE OF GOTHAM / jason todd.

THE DEMON'S DAUGHTER / talia al ghul.

13 TIMES BETTER / sharon carter.

THE SLAVIC SHADOW / natalya romanova.

EMPEROR OF LATVERIA / victor von doom.

THE SPARKLING DIAMOND / satine roux.

THE BRAT PRINCE WOLFKILLER / lestat de lioncourt.

BUBBLY BABYGIRL TECH / penelope garcia.

MASCARADE BALL'S CINDERELLA / sophie beckett.

THE CITYWATCHER COMMANDER / harwin strong.

[dpmultibitches]

Talia Al Ghul

Obviously things can vary to fit plots, the info I'm writing mainly fits in with my fic and my info for Danny but can be altered to an extent timeline wise and such. Also she has been effected by proximity to the pit along with how much her father had used them before she was conceived and ages a bit slow & I kinda picked and chose pieces from the various stories we have about her

Talia Al Ghul was born around 1950 to a woman born into the league who had caught the eye of the Great Ra's Al Ghul, Melisande was killed when Talia was an infant by a former ally of Ra's named Qayin. After her death the guard who had been charged with protecting his child was killed for their failure and a price was put on Qayin's capture or death. After the lose of her Mother Talia was raised by a combination of teachers and her father, as she got older and her skill became more obvious? Her father became a more prominent figure in her lessons, training her to be able to run his organization for him when he had things to attend to.

Sometime later in her life she meets Bruce Wayne as Batman after both her she and Dick Grayson are kidnapped seemingly by a mutual enemy of Ra's and Batman. Unknown to Batman at the time, this was a set-up to allow his daughter the chance to seduce him. After their encounter an offer is extended to Bruce to train with the league and expand his skill set, during his time with them Bruce and Talia do manage to fall into a whirlwind romance. During this time, much to her father's disappointment, Talia ends up truly falling for Bruce. Unfortunately for her he learns the truth about their meeting and that Gotham is in danger at the same time, making his decision to leave easy for him.

It was nearly 2 weeks after Bruce left that Talia realized the that she was pregnant with his child, or rather children. When it was learned she was pregnant, steps were taken to make sure that her child would be stronger and more resilient than any normal child should. A combination of Lazarus magic and science was used to make the child stronger and more resilient. She's had thoughts about it being the reason Aidan was born still, needing to be dipped in the waters to truly enter the world. She has never voiced them allowed for fear that her own meddling in an attempt to make him stronger caused her son's entrance to the world to be delayed.

As Damian and Aidan grew, it was obvious to Talia which one her Father favored, even if it had not been for Aidan's less than ideal birth? His hesitance to kill unless it could not be avoided was obvious, even if none would voice it outside the looks her father would give her in those instances. Despite this, he excelled in stealth more so than even many of his teachers. Many members took to referring to him as The Heir's Shadow and assumed that if Damian ever took over for his grandfather, Aidan would serve a similar role to him as Talia did for Ra.'s.

When it comes to her son's Talia would do anything that she could to protect them, no matter who that made an enemy to her or who it turned against her; even if it was them that turned against her. It is this that pushed her to helping Jason Todd when he died and came back incomplete, knowing that Bruce was going through the pain of losing a child? She could not sit back and ignore that as her own children now nearly 7 years old lived and breathed in front of her, and so she found Jason and tossed him into a pit to be fully revived. During his time with her he met Damian twice and Aidan only once, but he was so far into the pit haze that it's possible they looked similar enough he didn't realize there were two of them.

Unsurprisingly with her protective streak when it came to her children, when her schedule allowed it Talia would follow them on any missions that they were assigned. When Danny was 8 years and 3 months old, he was assigned to a mission to kill a former ally of Ra's. She did just that, seeing when he failed in his mission and doing so for him well, rigging the building to blow. She then caught up with her son and told him to follow her, traversing him over 2 states from where his mission had been. She told him that Aidan Al Ghul was dead, and if he wanted to survive, he would stay that way. She trusted that she had instilled the skills needed to survive in him and left, not being able to stay away longer for risk of Ra's becoming suspicious.

After returning, she broke the news about Aidan to her father before doing so privately to Damian in anticipation of his upset about his brother's lose. It was not long after this that she brought him to Gotham to tell him who his father was, hoping that learning this information would help him through his grief. When she later left Damian with his father it was the second-hardest day of her life, because at least with him she knew that Bruce would be there to protect him.

[ficcerspam]

Damian is four years old, and being given a knife to play with.

At this age, if he gets a cut anywhere on his pudgy hands his mother will scold him in lilting tones and soft kisses.

At this age, grandfather has not taken much interest in him, beyond the occasional inquiry regarding his dexterity, his training, his intellect. 

At this age, Damian knows that he is meant to be bigger than he actually is, stronger, smarter, faster, more agile, more flexible, more everything. 

Better.

Damian is four years old, and being given a knife to play with. 

His pudgy little hands grip at it, weakly, trying to angle it as best as he can. He stares at it, at how it looks different. How it is too big for him. 

He throws it with all his little toddler strength, which isn’t a lot but more than the average 4 year old, and it thumps on the ground pathetically. He watches it slide away from where he is sat, and even as a child he knows how terrible the throw is. 

He cries, because he is an angry child, and angry children cry. 

He doesn’t know it yet, but he will carry that anger with him for a long, long time. 

===

Damian is six years old when his mother comes to his rooms to tell him she will be busy around the compound. 

Damian tilts his head at this, as she is always busy around the compound, but ultimately nods his understanding. His mother smiles at him, soft as she always is when it is just the two of them, and thanks him for his understanding, for being strong. He will cope without his mother for however long is necessary. It will not be much different. 

Except it is, it is very much different. 

Damian is a smart boy, so he learns quick: without his mother to occasionally drop by and monitor his training sessions, the teachers are rougher, more demanding. Three days without his mother, and they’ve taken it upon themselves to up the level of his training. 

When the Cat is away…

Damian grunts as he is tossed over onto his back, the hard dirt packed ground cold and unforgiving. The mats they usually train on are already thin, but at least the sharp edges of the rocks littered around are covered. 

He breathes out harshly through his nose, wary of another ‘scolding’ for breathing too loudly for an assassin. 

“Get up.” Today’s instructor is a woman, slim like his mother, but smaller, a full head shorter than most of the other assassins on the compound, but infinitely more meaner. He has forgotten her name, but he knows she has more things to prove in this compound than anyone else.

He gets up.

“Again.” So he gets tossed on his back again. And again. And again. 

“You bring shame to the Al Ghul name. You do not deserve the title of heir apparent.” it is nothing he hasn’t heard before. 

“Your mother babies you, coddles you. Again!” She sneers at him, tossing him onto his back once more. He pants out his mouth, loud and forceful, and feels like a failure.

But he is heir apparent. And that means he does not cry. He does not complain. 

She forcefully adjusts his stance, nails pinching and digging into his skin even through the thick cloth of his training garb. 

He is heir apparent, and that means he should do better.

So he does. Because Damian is a smart boy, so he learns quick: his body simply needs to keep up, and it is only a matter of time before it does. His instructor huffs, agitated and annoyed, before barking out an order to a nearby servant to fetch the throwing knives. 

She makes him throw tens of knives, a little under a hundred. He is still young, and his aim is abysmal. She runs him through it, corrects his stance with sharp talons and barking vitriol. She makes him count each and every throw, 132 now, and uses a stick to smack at the back of his calves when he is starting to flag. It is a terrible experience, but it works. He starts to get the trick of it. 

Throw 168 is a bullseye. Throw 169, the same. 

Throw 170 goes straight through his instructor's left eye. 

Damian is six years old when he has his first kill. 

He is a smart boy, so he learns quick: The League of Assassin’s is a dog eat dog world, survival of the fittest. And he knows a single truth: He is heir apparent, and if he does not stand strong, be better, he will die.

Simple as that. 

===

Damian is seven years old, and is about to die. 

It isn’t the first attempt on his life, and it will hardly be the last. 

Still, he is young and new and trembling, sweaty enough for the dagger he sleeps with to slip out of his hands as he tumbles over his bed. The assassin deftly flips over the bed, just as he crawls underneath and bursts out into the corridor. 

It is late at night, and he has no choice but to find some kind of cover. The hallway does not agree, wide open and cobble stoned. It’s a deliberate choice, to make it harder for would-be attackers. He is still too young to have the feel of the uneven floor ingrained into him. 

He stumbles, cobblestone working against him as the assassin tugs at this shirt collar, slamming onto his back. Big hands grip at his neck, pressing down until he can’t breathe, until the blood feels like it will pop his head like a piece of too ripe fruit. 

Disgustingly, a small sound manages to escape him that is eerily akin to a whimper. Black bleeds into his vision, the assassin’s cloaked face the only thing he can see. He wonders if Mother would be disappointed. He knows she loves him, and that she is trying to make the best of their living situation, but he does not actually know how she feels about his training. 

It is too late to ask, which infuriates him. He will die here, but that doesn’t mean he will die willingly. He claws at the hands cutting off his airflow, but it does little to deter his attacker despite the blood it draws. He spits at them, causing them to jolt back. Still they do not let go. 

His eyes feel like they are about to pop out of their sockets, like his neck bone might be giving in. His assailant laughs at him, and it is very unpleasant. He is glad for the bloodrush in his ears, because it drowns out that awful, ugly laughter, just a bit. His muscles slack, against his will, and his vision blurs.

And then his assailant is suddenly gone, flying sideways so suddenly their nails catch at his neck as they slide away. Damian takes heaving gulping breaths, coughing and choking at the spit and blood. 

When he has his wits about him, on his knees and one hand with bleary eyes, the other hand coming up to cradle his own neck. The scratches there sting, but the bruising is the worst of it. There is a man—no, a boy straddling his would-be assassin and punching at them in reckless abandon. The assailant tussles with the newcomer, attempting to roll over or buck them off, but they force the roll to loop once more and stay steady. There are cracking sounds now that Damian recognizes, but cannot seem to place. 

��Little Robin, that is enough.” His mother’s voice echoes in the hall, ripping Damian’s gaze towards her. She’s at the corner, still a ways away, lightly out of breath but impeccably graceful regardless. As if she ran to catch up. 

The punching noises have stopped, Damian distantly notices. When he looks over at the newcomer, they still have a fist up in the air, as if they have frozen mid action. Robin, who is neither little nor large in Damian’s opinion, drops their fist but does not move away. The body below them does not twitch. 

“Habibi, are you alright?” Suddenly, his mother is crouched before him, eyeing him over, cataloging every little hurt and ache. He knows she is worried, that she cares, and yet still, her gaze stings of failure. He failed in saving himself, and Mother is here to witness it. He has not seen her in weeks. 

“I am fine, Mother.” He tries not to sound petulant, to sound confident and uncaring. But he is seven years old, and some part of him yearns. For what, he does not know. He was never taught.

She reaches out to him, adjusting his hair, lightly tracing the back of her index finger down his cheek, still rounded with youth. She sighs, and he tries not to lean into the feeling, not to blow away with it. He fails.

“Alright.” She ushers him up, guides him towards his room before stopping in the doorway to look over her shoulder. Damian risks a peek, eyeing the newcomer.

Robin's eyes are vacant, shadowed, but are intense in their almost teal-like blue. His jet black hair is shinier than Damian’s rough locks, his skin paler in the moonlight. On closer inspection he is not a boy at all, but possibly a teen—awkward proportions like he has yet to fill out. He looks empty, like a dog who has lost its purpose—its master. 

“Damian, this is…Robin.” Mother falters over the name, a rare occasion. She looks unsure, which makes him scrutinize the teen harder, “They have just about finished their…training.”

Robin looks towards Mother, reacting to the name by getting up and sloping over. They seem to toddle, as if unused to their own limbs, before stopping next to Damian. Robin crouches, staring at Damian with vacant eyes, searching, too big hands reaching over. One gently prods at his neck, where the bruises are no doubt now surfacing. The other cradles his still assuredly small hands, turning them this way and that to inspect the cracked up nails. 

Robin grunts, scooping Damian up into his arms despite his protests. The teen is strong, holding him tightly and looking at Mother with some kind of expression that causes her to heave a heavy sigh. “Let us get you cleaned up, Habibi. It seems that you will be seeing more of Robin in the future.”

Damian is seven years old, when he acquires a companion against his will.

some jasons and damians thats been piling up :]

(and tim and alfred the cat)

[gothamite-rambler]

Jason meets baby Damian

Headcanon: Jason Todd knew about Damian Wayne's existence way before Bruce did and didn't tell the man because of everything they went through. He switched his murderous plan of vengeance, for long-term vengeance.

Talia entered the room holding a baby, the baby is sleeping as he's holds on to his mother's hip.

Jason (wide-eyed): Is that a baby?

Talia (nodding) : Yes.

Jason (worried): Is that… your baby?

Talia (firmly): Yes.

Jason (panicking): Oh God, oh God! Is it MY baby?!

Talia (frustrated): In your mind, he might be! But here in reality, we never had sex! I have stated that over a hundred times! You trying to woo me was met with rejection! I've never had sex with you. You were my surrogate son for Ra's sake! I damn sure wasn’t about to do that while you were underage and insane. What kind of person do you take me for?

Jason (blunt): You swear allegiance to your father at every turn.

Talia (cutting him off): I did NOT sleep with you though!

Suddenly, the baby sneezed, startling Talia.

Jason (jokingly): Then whose baby is it? Bruce's?

Jason chuckled, but Talia stared at him, unamused.

Talia (sighing): Yes, he is the father.

Jason (surprised, then doubtful): …No, he’s not.

Talia (insistent): He is.

Jason (musing, chuckling): …No, he’s not.

Talia (through gritted teeth): Yes. He. Is.

Jason (shaking his head) : He can’t be. No way.

Talia held up her index finger and pulled out her phone, dialing her father.

Talia (when he answers) : Father, the DNA test revealed Bruce is the father of my precious tifl, correct?

Ra's Al Ghul (sobbing): Stop reminding me of that! I only want to focus on him being an assassin, not related to that man!

Talia ended the call and looks at Jason smugly.

Talia: There you go.

Jason (stunned): You and him… had him? And… oh my God. The supposed tough man who can never fold, folded for a booty call!

Jason started chuckling, which quickly evolved into fits of laughter. He sat down, still laughing, while Talia tapped her foot impatiently.

Talia (offended): It was NOT a booty call! Our night of passion was unforgettable… especially since the condom did, in fact, break. Damn gas station contraceptives!

Jason (between laughs): You used the ones from the gas station? Oh God! Wait, wait, who had it?

Talia: He... did. They were in his wallet.

Jason (enjoying this): You’re both idiots when it comes to sex!

Talia held the baby, who had been quiet throughout their banter, close to her face.

Talia: Big Brother Jacy doesn’t understand that you are the love child of a perfect pair.

Jason laughed harder, covering his eyes.

Talia (seriously): Do not tell Bruce. He’s not ready to meet him yet.

Jason (grinning): Oh, I won’t! I’m not telling him a thing.

Talia (deadpan): You better not. If you do, I have men who can make your death look like a suicide or render you a vegetable.

Jason wiped a tear away from all the laughter.

Jason (sincerely) : Chill, Talia. I'm serious. The secret is safe with me until you're ready to tell him. It's the perfect revenge. But when that happens, send me pictures of his reaction.

Talia (rolling her eyes while cradling the baby): You’re ridiculous.

Jason (smirking): Thank you! What’s his name, by the way?

Talia (pondering): I’ve been debating different names. Ra wants me to name him… Ra Jr.? Yeah, no. I decided on Damian. Damian for my cute wittle baby.

She rubbed the baby's cheeks, making him giggle, but she stopped when she heard Jason chuckle again, but ignored his judgmental smirk.

Talia (defensively): No judgment! I’ve always wanted a baby by Bruce. Never tell my father I showed that affection.

Jason (teasing): I might.

Talia (warning): If you do—

Jason (interrupting) : Yes, yes, you’ll toss me into the river or whatever.

Talia: Yes, now since you travel here would you like to spend time with him?

Jason looked at the baby that rested his head on his mother's chest.

Jason: Sure, especially since I can rub that in Bruce's face too.

Talia: Not the healthiest mindset, but okay.

Jason: You sure are right to judge me, woman who had sex with a guy who is not with her at all and then had a baby because of a broken gas station condom—priceless!

Jason walked off, leaving Talia alone with her son. She groans, raising her left eyebrow in annoyance, but when she hears her baby yawn, she looks at him and nuzzled her nose against his cheek.

Talia (softly): My tifl.

---> Bruce finds out about Damian

---> Dick confronts Jason about keeping this secret

---> Bruce meeting his son part 2

[spiderben2011]

Open Fandom RP (to all fandoms)

Damian Wayne aka Robin, son of Batman and Talia al Ghul, is seen in a dark room with your muse. Your muse had arrived to speak with Damian's father, but he wasn't here. Damian suspected your muse was up to something and so he had them tied up. He wanted answers and was going to get it.

Once your muse was tied up, Damian appeared with only one light hovering over them for the interrogation. "I was trained since I could walk with the League of Assassins. I've been trained in all the deadly arts and know how to interrogate my enemies. I suggest you talk now or else this will not end well for you."

[samgirl98]

Mending a Family 17/?

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Jason woke up with the feeling of wrongness deep in his chest (core).

Rage, rage, rage.

Jason knew he had to calm down, but he couldn’t. He knew; he just knew someone uninvited was in his haunt. Jason sneered; they could harm his family. He called a bit of ectoplasm in his hands and got the knife from under his pillow.

Whoever had decided to invade his haunt was going to regret it.

Jason opened his door in time to see Jazz and Danny leave their rooms, their eyes glowing. (If he had looked in a mirror, Jason would’ve noticed his eyes were glowing, too.)

Jazz held a green and white staff while Danny held a ball of glowing ice. That wouldn’t do.

“Danny, stay here with your sister.”

“Jason, I’m not staying here while we’re under attack,” Jazz said.

“No, not you, with Ellie,” Jason knew he needed all the help he could get; there were too many invaders in his haunt. “Danny, if anyone either than me or Jazz come in, leave with Ellie.”

Danny scowled, angry.

“What, no! I can help.”

“Danny, I won’t be able to fight as well if you’re in danger. I need you to be safe, or I’ll be distracted. Just, please, listen to what I say.”

Danny pouted and crossed his arms. He stared into Jason’s eyes.

“Fine, but I don’t like it.”

“Thanks, chum.”

Jason and Jazz went out and looked into the woods that surrounded their house. They didn’t see anyone, but they knew the intruders were there. Jazz and Jason stared at each other before nodding and going in their direction. Splitting up wasn’t ideal, but the other could still get the children out if one fell.

Jason brought up an ectoplasm ball to his hand again. He looked around but saw no one.

It was years of experience that had him dodging. Soon he was being attacked.

Jason fought back and noticed that he knew the fighting style. It was the League of Assassins. Fuck.

Why were they here? He had left the League a while ago. Were they here because he had left the League? In the end, it didn’t matter. He had to get them away from his family, even if it meant killing them.

Jason fought hard, incapacitating three, but five more showed up. Even with his ghostly powers, he had trouble fighting this many opponents who knew what they were doing. They dodged ectoblasts and took his intangibility in strides. He hoped Jazz was doing okay. Just as he was about to attack again, a woman’s voice rang out, “Enough!”

Jason groaned. Talia Al Ghul stepped out of the shadows wearing a black body suit. She had a sword strapped on her back, a gun on her side, and knives strapped on her thighs.

“Talia,” Jason acknowledged, resigned. He would have to move. Fuck, Talia would never stop hunting him. Why was she even here? She hadn’t contacted him when he was in Gotham (he would never admit how much that hurt.), and now that he wants to leave his past behind, she shows up.

“Now, habibi, is that any way to greet your mother?”

Jason gritted his teeth because she was right. She gave birth to a new him (via Lazarus pit), cared for him during his catatonic stage, and taught him how to walk, talk, and fight. In every sense of the word, Talia was a mother to Jason. A fucked up, assassin mother, but a mother nonetheless. A mother who abandoned him in Gotham after his failure.

Jason was taken out of his musings when he heard Jazz being dragged, loudly by her part, through the woods.

“I approve of her, habibi; she’s a strong fighter.”

“Who are you people? Let me go, now!”

Jazz had trouble breaking free from the assassins holding her, even with her augmented strength. (Jason noticed it was the bigger, muscley ones holding her down…and there were four of them.)

“Let her go, Talia.”

Talia nodded toward the assassins, and they quickly let Jazz loose. Jazz came to Jason’s side, staff ready to attack.

“Do you know these people, Jason?”

“Jazz, meet Talia, my assassin mom. Talia, meet my sister, Jazz.”

“Hmm,” Talia hummed, “are you going to invite me to your place, habibi?”

No, Jason wanted to say, but if Talia was here, she knew about Danny and Ellie. She already confirmed she knew about Jazz. Besides, Jason needed to know what Talia wanted and why she was suddenly back in Jason’s life.

“They stay,” Jason pointed vaguely toward the assassins. He didn’t want them anywhere near the kids.

Talia gave a hand gesture, and the assassins melted into the shadows. Jason could still feel them in his haunt.

The walk back to the house was silent. Jason was hyperaware of the intruders in his haunt and of Talia walking by him. He couldn’t help but imagine the worse. Why was Talia here? She didn’t seem surprised by his powers. Was it because she was good at hiding her emotions, or was it because she knew? Did she know about Danny’s power? Ellie?

Sometimes he understood Bruce’s need to know everything and make plans around them. Then when things come back to bite in the ass, at least there are ways to combat it.

Jason sat down in one of the chairs when they reached the house. He looked at Talia and gestured toward the other chair. No way in hell he was letting her in the house.

“I’m going to check on the children so you two can talk. Excuse me.”

Jazz entered the house.

Talia raised an eyebrow toward Jason. Jason crossed his arms. He knew Talia wanted to go in the house, too. He refused. She sighed and sat on the chair opposite him.

“What are you doing here, Talia? Hell, why did you even look for me? I left the League a while ago, and you didn’t care to contact me when I was in Gotham.”

“Your father is worried about you.”

“Oh, so now you’re Bruce’s messenger? When did he even contact you?”

“My Beloved didn’t contact me. It was Damian.”

Jason was surprised. He hadn’t had much contact with the newest Robin. He had only seen Damian in passing in the League, and the Bat and his birds kept the kid as far away as they could from Jason. He didn’t blame them after what he had done to Tim in his green-tinged raging mind.  

“Why would Damian care if I’m gone?”

“Your departure has…unsettled your father and family.”

Jason snorted.

“What, they’re waiting to hear news how the black sheep of the Bat Family has gone on another killing spree?”

Talia’s expression could almost be described as soft.

“Your father misses you.”

“He misses a boy that died. He misses having me under his thumb, not me. Not this Jason Todd.”

Silence reigned for a few moments.

“Come back with me. I can protect you and your son. I can keep Jasmine and Danielle safe.”

Jason sneered, “You mean so you can have new weapons to use? What will you do, brainwash my son like you brainwashed me? Are you going to keep Ellie and Jazz under your control? Give us over to Ra’s?”

“All your actions were your own, habibi.”

Jason turned away from Talia and stared into the woods. Somehow, he was able to see the assassins this time around. (He didn’t know his eyes were glowing. He didn’t know Talia was watching his eyes with interest.)

“I don’t want my family in that environment. Danny deserves to be a child, not a weapon.”

Talia inclined her head, “If that’s what you wish, Jason. I only wanted to give you the option.”

Talia rose from her seat, “You won’t tell Bruce, will you?”

Talia smiled, “No, habibi. Your father won’t learn of your location from me. You must know, though, that Bruce will learn sooner or later of your whereabouts. He won’t stop looking.”

“I think once he finds out I’m not killing people, he’ll stop looking for his greatest failure,” Jason traced his scar.

Talia looked up sharply, following Jason’s finger.

“Did Bruce do that?”

Jason’s silence spoke volumes.

“Bruce rarely acts foolishly, but he makes grave mistakes when it happens. Like letting that clown live.”

Jason’s Adam’s apple bobbed at the mention of his murderer.

“Please, don’t tell him.”

“Your secret is safe with me. Do expect me to keep in touch, though.”

Jason nodded, knowing there was no point in discouraging Talia Al Ghul. She gave him a peck on his cheeks and walked into the woods.

____

Talia raised her hand to halt her assassins. She was being followed.

“Show yourself.”

A little boy with black hair and glowing green eyes suddenly appeared before her. He was sneering.

“Hello, Daniel.”

“It’s Danny. You better not hurt my daddy, or I’ll make you regret it.”

Daniel’s eyes glowed stronger with the emotions behind them.

“I wouldn’t hurt my son.”

“Parents hurt their children all the time,” Daniel balled his little fists.

Hmm, interesting reaction.

Talia approached the little boy and put her hand on his shoulder. His little fists started glowing Lazarus green.

“Jason has a strong and precious son. I’m glad that my son has found you, little one. He needs more love than his father, or I can ever give him. Thank you.”

Little fists unclenched in surprise.

“I won’t call you ‘grandmother’ if that’s what you’re fishing for.”

Talia smiled, “I don’t expect you to.”

Then she disappeared into the night.

____

Damian picked up his phone.

“Mother,” he greeted.

“Damian. Jason is fine. He doesn’t want to be found by your father and his little brood. I won’t tell you where he is; he’s been betrayed by his parents more than enough.”

Before he could answer, she hung up.

“Ugh,” he yelled, throwing his phone against the wall and breaking it.

“Baby bat, what’s wrong?”

Richard walked into Damian’s room. He was visiting the family with little Mar’i.

Damian hesitated momentarily before confessing, “I asked mother to look for Todd. She found him but refused to tell me where he is.”

Richard exhaled sharply.

“Did she tell you anything?”

“Just that he’s fine and doesn’t want to be found,” Damian answered bitterly. He never thought his mother would do this to him.

“She said enough parents have betrayed Todd. I didn’t even know she viewed herself as Todd’s parent.”

Why had she never mentioned it? Damian hadn’t seen Todd many times in the League, and he had been behind Talia the two or three times he had. Grandfather would sometimes complain about his mother’s pet project, but Damian would have never imagined that his mother saw Todd as a son.

His brother had been kept from him by both of his parents. He wondered how different things would’ve been if he had met Jason in the League.

Richard sat by Damian, “What’s wrong, Dami?”

“Do you think father will ever stop feeling bad if Todd never returns?”

“He’ll come back. If not, we’ll find him and tell him how much we miss him.”

“But if he doesn’t want to come back, what then?”

Richard didn’t have an answer.

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[chronicbatfictioner]

Grandfather, better known as Ra’s Al Ghul, is also known and renowned as artist extraordinaire, an old man who has outlived many of his children except his youngest who is Damian’s mother, Talia.

Evil Writing Poll 2: Even Eviler

this time there's no non-writing options-! 👻😱🎃

[thatthirdtriplet]

Relationships:

Tim Drake & Jason Todd Dick Grayson & Jason Todd Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne

Characters:

Jason Todd Bruce Wayne Dick Grayson Tim Drake Talia al Ghul Damian Wayne Ra's al Ghul Alfred Pennyworth

Additional Tags:

Enemy to CaretakerJason Todd Needs A Hug Jason Todd is Red Hood tim is not having the time of his life my ongoing coffee addiction cooked up this one Hurt/Comfort Bruce Wayne is a Good Parent Lazarus Pit Side Effects (DCU) Jason Todd is Bad at Feelings Good Sibling Jason Todd he is an ass about it tho Angst with a Happy Ending Angst and Hurt/Comfort Dick Grayson is Nightwing Tim Drake is Robin Protective Jason Todd Jason todd pretends to be a hallucination its only funny for him Accidental Brother Acquisition Mother Hen Jason Todd nobody tell him tho ENEMY TO CARETAKER MAKE IT A TAG ALREADY Tim Drake's nonexistent survival instincts have left the chat misunderstandings Dick Grayson Needs a Hug Jason Todd and Damian Wayne Meet in the League of Assassins good Parent Talia al Ghul crack Treated Seriously very seriously good Parent Ra's al Ghul well he tries and he's doing pretty ok identity Reveal

Summary:

He smiles, all teeth, “Come on Replacement, I even got to the door with both legs busted. This should be nothing.”

“You’re right. Jason… Jason wouldn’t have given up. He would fight, I can still—“

The boy wobbles, and Jason has to suppress the mortifying impulse to jump to his aid.

“I can still fight. Batman needs me.”

“That’s a terrible idea,” he muses aloud, and if there’s a hint of real concern somewhere under all the roiling green, well, nobody can prove it.

--

aka. the not-actual-hallucination Jason Todd tries the less hands on approach to getting revenge. It ends up backfiring spectacularly.

aka. the non traditional way to (reluctantly) reintegrate into the family after being dead, coming back to life, and becoming a crime lord, Jason "Red Hood" Todd edition

[lazaruswitch]

Conversation really shouldn't be this difficult, all things considered, like the fact that Damian's brother was apparently only like, an year older than her, and also part Crime Alley kid. In her defense, Damian's brother was fucking weird and off-putting, especially for an alleged 17 year old.

For one, he glowed weirdly at random intervals, and in different colors, like roiling green but also fiery red or bright yellow-white, but only when she was never looking right at him. But she can't talk about it because Damian will flip his shit.

And then there's the swords. Physical and not. Because he had a bunch of fancy swords from the League but could also conjure magical fire swords from nowhere. But she can't talk about it, because Damian will flip his shit.

Freakiest of all might be that Bruce kept being weird about playing nice? Not antagonizing him? Not pushing for information? Which was just, fucking, crazy. THE Batman, trying to respect boundaries or some shit, and for Talia al Ghul's mysterious older secret kid who was definitely hiding something. Literally where did all the bat habits and paranoia go?

But she can't talk about it, because then he got even more weird, and then would basically try to gaslight her, she's pretty sure. She'd think he was like, possessed, except he was his usual self literally any time else. It was only when teenage al Ghul came up or was involved that he got like that.

There was definitely something going on without her knowing, and she was definitely being kept out of the loop. Per usual. Fuckers.

Worst of all - mostly because this was the most inane but it'd been driving her mad since she accidentally stumbled across the guy and kicked off this whole mess - Crime Alley al Ghul walked like he was Yasmeen Ghauri's kid or something. Like sure, the haircut and occasional facial expression or side eye was more remixed Shalom Harlow, but that walk was basically a much more improved version of her attempts to emulate the tigress strut in middle school.

But she can't talk about it because Damian will Really flip his shit. For a not-even-preteen he was way too sensitive and defensive over his absent teenage brother.

All in all, she'd rather not be the one stuck here making nice with - fuck she didn't even know his name - Damian's brother, but she was, and it was very tense, and felt kinda like babysitting, and she's not really sure what he's doing in Gotham at all to begin with, but like. Whatever.

It's not like anyone ever told her anything or recognized her skills, even though she was the one to see the guy when no one else ever caught even a hint of his presence in the city. This situation was hardly new in that light. Fuckers.

Nevertheless, keeping quiet and confused helps no one, so.

Icebreakers. How to break the ice? Maybe if she made nice she could get something out of this guy, seeing as no one else would ever give it to her straight. Fuckers.

"So," Stephanie began awkwardly. Damian's brother glanced at her. "Uh, what's with the Shalom Harlow look?"

He blinked, and she blinked, and then his eyes narrowed and he yanked down the mask that always covered his face.

(Which, hey another stupid thing that made him weird, this guy's face was always covered and no one knew what he looked like, and Bruce just fucking left it alone. But she can't talk about it.)

(On that note, wow, ok, yeah, this guy was definitely 17. The fancy coat and hidden face and shadow lurking bullshit made him seem older but that was a high school face if she's ever seen one. Maybe if she got a fancy coat she'd get taken seriously.)

"Shalom Harlow my fucking ass, what do you mean Shalom Harlow?" he snapped. "I don't look anything like her. Shalom Harlow. Ridiculous."

Damian inflects the same way, mused Stephanie, but aloud she said, "Technically you're more like an off brand imitation Shalom Harlow."

"Why the fuck would you say that -"

[rpking99]

DC- Batman

Batgirl II/Black Bat/Cassandra Cain

Cass Cain. Second Batgirl, also goes by Black Bat. Raised as a weapon by her father David Cain. She is the daughter of Lady Shiva, adopted daughter of Bruce Wayne/Batman. She is the deadliest hand to hand fighter in the DCU, refuses to kill. Is equal parts chaotic grimlin and every criptid. Not a fan of talking

Spoiler/Robin IV/Batgir III/Stephanie Brown

Steph Brown is the third Batgirl. But before that she was the fourth Robin, the only (canon) female one as well. But before even that, she was the Spoiler. Her father is Arthur Brown, the ClueMaster, a D-tier, maybe even E-tier, villain and a Ridder knock off. A real asshole, Steph became a hero to 'spoil' her father's crimes. She is a spunky girl who takes no shit with a smart mouth

Oracle/Batgirl/Barbara Gordon

Barbara Gordon. The First Batgirl, also goes by Oracle. Daughter of Commissioner Gordon, badass crime fighter and a computer genius. When not kicking ass in the streets, she's hacking into any villains entire set up while lying in the sheets

Batwoman/Kate Kane (because of comic lore, where she is a lesbian, she is a female and futa only character)

Kate Kane, Batwoman. Kicked out of the military because she was a lesbian. Bruce Wayne's badass cousin on his mothera side.

Huntress/Helen Wayne

Helena Wayne, the Huntress, is a heroine from another world. Earth-2. She is the daughter of that world's Batman and Catwoman, she was trained with her parents skills before both of her parents died. And she ended up on Earth-1 soon after, the main world. She is a bit grumpy, very serious. But with her own sense of fun

Black Canary/Dinah Lance

Katana/Tatsu Yamashiro

Catwoman

Selina Kyle, Catwoman. Sexy, confident, highly stealthy. She is oh so skilled and stealthy, she will rob you dry

Poison Ivy

Posion Ivy. Also known as Pamela Isely. The woman of the Green. Killed by a a man called Jason Woodrue, she was reborn with powers over plants and with phermones powers. A mistress of seduction, a defender of the earths plant life itself, she is also a brilliant scientist

Harley Quinn

Harley Quinn, Halreen Quinzelle. Manipulated by the Joker, went through torture, this ball of spite and energy is here to cause trouble and laugh in your face about it.

Lady Shiva/Sandra Wu-San

Lady Shiva. The deadliest woman alive, mother of Cassandra Cain. Cass is a better fighter, but Shiva fights to kill. Robbed of her innocence, in every sense of the word, by David Cain, Shiva is a roming warrior. A force of nature some worship like a god. She kills as she sees fit, for profit or because she was annoyed

Talia Al Ghul

Punchline/Alexis Kaye

Inque

Dee Dee Twins/Delia and Deidre Dennis

10/Melanie Walker

Total Muses: 16

[cinnamunspice]

THE STATS:

physical appearance

Very dark brown hair, in certain lighting, it may look black. She is Arabic and Chinese. 5'8'', curvy and has a very sweet and soothing voice (honeysuckle like!) despite her very stiff and formal choice of words. Clothes? Designer, or handmade. Makeup? Always flawless.

gender / sexuality/ birthday /age

female. demisexual. may 15th. she is played around fourty years old as a default, physically, on this blog-- unless we are writing pre-damian and in 70s/80s detective comics world. then i'll have her physically around 32.

the link to the talia!tag

ON THE RECORD:

THIS IS A TESTING MUSE ! STILL UNDER DEVELOPMENT !

I am still reading through her storyline, but as of right now her interpretation is pre-m*rrison personality/design and excluding of death of the maidens. P.S. as I am continuing to tweak damian's introduction that honors his past, but is reconciled with talia's previous history and personality-- please be patient with me! the MOST IMPORTANT thing is that we are following the Son Of the Demon and his conception was 1000000000000000% consensual. Ras's Al Ghul had intercepted the adoption attempt, and began to raise Damian in secret- on his own. By the time Talia had realized what had happened, she decided to return to her father and try to mitigate/lessen the damage and trauma that young Damian would endure. This would better align with memories of talia via tomasi's son of batman series, where she played a more sympathetic and active role as she tried to plan an escape for both of them.

if you want some resources talking about the very unfortunate r*cist turn talia's character has been taken to post 9/11 comics, and how her character's original origin should be taken (cw: mentions of SA): here are a few things.

I'm super open to her interacting with literally anyone, but I ask that no one treat her as a mustache twirling kind of villain. It can be easy to, because a LOT of more recent comics has portrayed her as such-- so if you want to base something off their previous interactions lmk, and we can work something out

SHORT BIO:

Talia Al Ghul is the Daughter of Ra's Al Ghul (Aka The Demon's Head), and a high ranking member of the League of Assassins. He is an ecoterrorist and dedicated to saving the planet at the very cost of the humans that live within it. He is also in possession of the famed Lazarus Pits.

She has operated as both an anti-hero/anti-villain who is consistently torn between her loyalty to her father, and her love of her life: Bruce Wayne. She believes in the mission of a more natural world, but has also shown to value life, and it often puts her at odds with many people.

She's gone to college in Egypt to study medicine. She's operated as a 'right-hand' woman to Ra's operations in the League of Assassins, she's been CEO of Lex-Corp, she was the one to dunk Jason into the pits and train him into the Red Hood, she is the biological mother of Damian Wayne, she has blown up infinity island….. She's like barbie, to me.

ABOUT THE LAZARUS PITS:

I understand that depending on the writer, on the 'plot holes' needing to be solved, or just the series-- the Lazarus pits origin and means has changed a bit. By default, I will be resorting to artificial pits that have been made from various poisonous chemicals that have the ability to prolong life expectancy/stop fatal wounds and to 'bring back the recently parted'). This is not a fix-all. If you want more details and comic recs on where I'm basing this off, feel free to DM me!

[fearlessmuses]

𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵…

[ #𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐍 ] --- ᴵᵗ'ˢ ᵐᵉ, ʰⁱ, ⁱ'ᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖʳᵒᵇˡᵉᵐ, ⁱᵗ'ˢ ᵐᵉ

alexis kaye / punchline ( fc: bae suzy )

bruce wayne / batman ( fc: richard armitage, christian bale & robert pattinson )

harleen quinzel / harley quinn ( fc: margot robbie )

harvey dent / two-face ( fc: oscar isaac )

jason todd / red hood ( fc: brett dalton )

kate kane / batwoman ( fc: jessica chastain )

maggie sawyer ( fc: floriana lima )

nora fries ( fc: rosamund pike )

pamela isley / poison ivy ( fc: bridget regan )

renee montoya ( fc: monica raymund )

richard 'dick' grayson / nightwing ( fc: brenton thwaites )

roman sionis / black mask ( fc: ewan mcgregor )

selina kyle / catwoman ( fc: adria arjona )

stephanie brown / spoiler ( fc: sabrina carpenter )

talia al ghul ( fc: dilraba dilmurat )

ted grant / wildcat ( fc: frank grillo )

thomas wayne / batman ( fc: jeffrey dean morgan )

please specify muse / or who for who

[cardcaptorsakura96]

Taxes, Taxes, Taxes-Chapter 23

Fandom: Supergirl

Characters: Kara Danvers, Clark Kent, Samantha Arias, Lena Luthor, Lillian Luthor, Ruby Arias, Oliver Queen, John Stewart, Diana Prince, Bruce Wayne, Barry Allen, J'onn J'onnz, Alfred Pennyworth, Lois Lane, Cat Grant, Lucy Lane, Damian Wayne, Felicity Smoak, Streaky the Supercat, Martha Kent, Selina Kyle, Talia Al Ghul, Lucius Fox, Maggie Sawyer, Alex Danvers, Jason Todd, Otis Graves, Lex Luthor

Summary: What if superheroes had to pay a property damage tax every time they had a fight in the city?

Trigger Warning: Violence

Kara pouted as she lay cuddled next to Lena on the couch in the House of El. Lena chuckled while patting Kara’s head. 

“Kara, you said you needed just five more minutes,” mused Lena. 

Kara's pout became more pronounced and said, “I know, but I like being your cuddle bunny.”

Lena smiled and kissed Kara on the forehead. 

“I love being cuddled up next to you, but I have to get to work. I have several projects at the hospital that I need to finish in the next two days or we will be very behind.”

Kara sighed while disentangling herself from Lena and said, “I know. There is stuff that I need to do, but I….”

Lena raised an eyebrow and said, “You would rather stay cuddled up with me like you have been for the last couple of days instead of face what has happened since the attack.”

Kara looked at Lena with a soft smile while holding her hand and said, “I know that I have to face the outside world. It has just been nice being in our own protective bubble and getting to know you better is all.”

Lena kissed Kara’s hand which caused her to blush. 

“I understand darling. However, we have lives to lead and people who miss us. My mom, Sam, and Ruby have been blowing up my phone wondering where I have been the last several days. Still trying to think of an effective excuse to give them when I come into the office today.”

Kara yawned while stretching and standing up. 

“You should just tell them the truth.”

Lena looked at Kara startled and asked, “Kara, are you sure….”

Kara cocked her head and asked, “Are these people that you trust?”

“Well, yes, I trust them very much.”

Kara smiled and said, “If you trust them, I trust them.”

“Really?” asked Lena with glossy eyes.

Kara leaned down to caress Lena on the face, kissed her on the lips, and said, “I do. Besides, we are dating, and I want to get to know your family better and I want you to get to know the family that I have on Earth.”

Lena raised an eyebrow and said, “Outside of Clark I guess.”

Kara chuckled while bopping Lena on the nose and said, “Of course.”

Lena smiled while wrapping her arms around Kara’s neck and said, “I would love that.”

Kara beamed and asked, “When shall we plan this?”

Lena chuckled and said, “Someone is eager to meet the family I see.”

Kara looked down sheepishly and said, “Why wouldn’t I not be eager. These people helped formed who you are today. Of course I would want to meet them.”

Lena caressed Kara’s face and kissed her for a couple of minutes. 

She then looked up to Kara and said, “It is those little things that make me love you even more.”

Kara smirked and asked, “You love me huh?”

Lena blush, looked down sheepishly, and said, “I do, but you don’t have to feel rushed to say it back to me or anything…”

Kara places a finger on her lips to cut her off. Kara smiled and said, “I love you too.”

Kara leaned forward and kissed Lena on the lips. Lena wraps her arms around Kara and lean into the embrace more. They kissed for a couple of moments before Lena leaned back and said, “I need to leave or I am never getting out of here.”

Kara smirked and asked, “Is that really such a bad idea?”

Lena chuckled and said, “Only if I want the hospital to go under.”

Lena and Kara got up off the couch and stretch. 

Lena turned to Kara and said, “My mom has a weekly dinner at her house on Wednesdays every week. Do you think some of your family members would be able to come this Wednesday?”

Kara smiled and said, “That is something that can definitely be pulled off.”

Lena smiled and said, “Perfect. I will let my mom know.”

Lena grabbed her things, sighed, and said, “I will get going now. Are you going to be staying around here the rest of today?”

Kara stretched a little more and said, “No. I think I will fly a bit to exercise my powers a little bit and visit Damian today. He is finally alert and isn’t too happy about having to stay on bed rest for the rest of the week.”

“Aww poor baby.”

Kara chuckled and said, “I don’t know how he would take to being called that, but I am hoping to cheer him up by getting him his favorite treat before heading to the manor today: chocolate and pistachio Baklava from Carrie’s Cafe.”

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