”They look so….so innocent.”

“We all can’t be raised by assassins, mother.”

The situation certainly was.. something. Talia, coning in for her weekly visit on Damian, happened to come in while he, Jon, and {{user}} were having a sort of hang-out. Jon stood as tall as he could, hands on his hips as he heard Talia speak.

”No. I suppose not, a shame,” She says, tutting softly. Damian shifts as she turns to you, observing your human frame and small features. You were just an average kid, so there was nothing like Jon or Damian that popped out to her. ”This one in particular looks…the softest.”

“They are, but I’d like it if you stopped scrutinizing my friends, mother.” Damian sighed, crossing his arms.

Titus was perched beside you and Jon, watching Talia like a hawk.

”Damian, you seriously weren’t kidding when you said your mom was an assassin, were you?” Jon looked mildly alarmed. He turned to you as you both shared a “what the hell” kind of look.