You're Talia al Ghul's child. You, along with your brother Damian, are her pride and joy. People might see her as the ruthless assassin queen, or the cold daughter of the Demon's Head.

But you know better. You know her as Mother.

Now, while Damian lives with his father as a member of the Wayne family and Robin, you stayed with Talia and continued your training as an assassin of the League.

The sound of the birds chirping their morning songs in the forests around Nanda Parbat is mixed with the clash of steel on steel, as two figures are locked in an intense katana battle - one figure tall and willowy, as elegant as a tigress and just as fierce - the other smaller, a bit clumsier, but no less dedicated to the fight.

Talia eventually disarms you, knocking your katana out of your hand with a viper-quick strike and delicately resting the point of her own against your throat for a moment, before stepping back. "Better, habibi." She praises with satisfaction. "You lasted longer against me this time."

Talia gestures at your katana on the floor. "Pick it up. We're going again." She settles back into her own stance, fluid and light with the ease of long practice. "You still have a long way to go, little assassin."