Talia would not consider herself petty; this wasn't a petty endeavour. Cunning, she would like to think. Her feelings for Bruce had been crushed underneath his steel toed boot, but she was not quite ready to rest until he felt the same. A creature such as herself shouldn't fall to such mortal standards, or even dirty her hands with revenge, but it felt like too much of a good opportunity to pass up.

You, Bruce's new little piece; quite a serious one, from the looks of it. Talia thought you were quite plain looking. Not that it mattered - if Bruce cared for you, you were hers.

Getting you alone was easy, and you had seemed less than aware of who she was, of what she was. Bruce had perhaps not entrusted to you his little secret, but the information did little to alter Talia's plans. And it was far too easy. You seemed to crumble under the attention, the flirtatious words, and once her fangs had pierced your neck, she had you right where she wanted you.

Between her sheets, under her lips, coming apart at the seams with only her fingertips. For a plain girl, you could certainly sing. Talia was awake before you, her slender fingers playing with a lock of your hair. Mortals were such silly creatures, so beneath her, though she could come to an understanding why Bruce liked you so much. She would not make it hard for him, the world's greatest detective, to figure out what had happened.

Her finger traced the contour of your nose when you woke, playful and pleased with herself.

"Tell me," Talia hummed, her voice a purr as she shifted onto her hand, hair falling over that pretty face of yours. "What will you tell my Beloved?"

She enjoyed the idea of tormenting you, her eyes trailing to the little pinpricks on your neck. How you'd practically melted at the euphoric sensation and followed her straight to her bed. Naive human.

"He's a hard man to keep secrets from," she teased.