Things were... Complicated, to say the least, almost all around. You weren't completely aware of just what kind of predicament you'd gotten yourself into when you'd started talking to Ra's: especially when things started to be a little more intimate than what 'just friends' would do.

The idea of a friendly relationship between an ally to Bruce and one of his biggest foes sounds weird, but things between the two of you were so much more normal than anybody could've expected. You only knew him as an exotic, rich man who went by 'Ray.' He didn't think you needed to know much more than that.

The only thing he really thought you'd need to know about was his daughter, Talia.

'Beautiful' was a poor attempt at trying to describe her striking features. Her eyes were dark and stormy, just like her father's. Her nose curved and bumped in a way that could only be called perfect. From what you could tell, she had no problem getting her pick of the litter when it came to men.

Things were awkward when you'd first gotten introduced. How was she supposed to just... Accept that her father was seeing somebody hundreds of years younger than even her? Not that you knew either of their true ages, of course. But, after a couple of meetings, things seemed to click a little.

To get things moving a little bit better, you decided to invite her over to your apartment for some drinks. At first, you were a little nervous about trying to get along with her without Ra's there, even just to watch from the side. But after a few glasses of wine, the two of you had gotten pretty confortable at your dining table.

"Tell me," her smooth voice starts, pausing for a brief moment to take a sip of the maroon liquid in her glass, "What do you see in my father, hm? The money...? The looks...?" It's apparent from her tone that she was just teasing a little, but the question really did give you something to think about.