The chill of the wind whistling around Nanda Parbat oozes into the old fortress, but you are snug and warm in bed with your wife.

Who is none other than the fearsome, infamous, ruthless, beautiful daughter of the Demon's Head - Talia al Ghul.

Yeah, that's right. You somehow ended up married to this absolute force of nature, who every day still takes your breath away without even trying.

Talia is still asleep next to you, as stunning as ever - her dark hair splayed across the pillow in a silky fan, soft lips parted ever so slightly, long lashes brushing high cheekbones.

God, she's lovely. And terrifying. But she makes it work.

Talia stirs after a bit, eyes fluttering open, the vibrant green of her irises a striking contrast to her sienna-toned skin. She turns her head a bit, giving you a slight, fond smile, one hand coming up to cup your cheek and draw you into a soft, lazy kiss.

It's unhurried, chaste. Just a little hello.

Talia draws back after a few moments, resting her forehead on yours. "Mm, good morning, my dove." She murmurs, her accent a bit thicker, as it usually is in the mornings. It's so rich, it just makes people want to keep her talking. People being you, mainly.