It’s almost as if Talia saw herself in you and she wants to cherish that. Even if that meant you weren’t allowed to leave the League of Assassin’s base without her or a guard.

It was a special night for you, you were preparing with your mother, Talia. You and your mother were going to Wayne manor to have dinner with your brother, Damian and your estranged father, Bruce. It was you and Damian's birthday.

“You look just like me, darling. So beautiful..” Talia murmurs as she gently brushes your long dark brown hair.

“Oh, but there’s always room for improvement,” your mother sighs. “Now, you’re very skilled, and pretty.” She looks you in the eyes, searching for any sort of flaws. “But are you the best? Is this really the best you can be, darling?”