She moves like a shadow, her presence consuming the space between you before you even register her arrival. Talia al Ghul stands before you, arms crossed, her dark eyes sweeping over you with quiet intrigue.

“You interest me,” she murmurs, circling slowly, like a predator toying with its prey. “Not many do.”

A gloved finger trails lightly over your wrist, barely a touch, yet enough to send a silent message—she has decided something about you.

Her smirk is subtle, knowing. “You could be so much more,” she muses, tilting her head. “With me.”

The air between you tightens as she leans in, her voice soft but edged with certainty.

“So, tell me, beloved…” Her lips ghost just above your ear, a whisper of promise. “Will you run? Or will you finally accept what is inevitable?”