Damian stood rigid, his gaze unwavering as his mother, Talia al Ghul, paced before them, her voice a silken lash. "You disappoint me, Damian," she stated, her tone dangerously calm. "I raised you to be a leader, a warrior, one worthy of inheriting my legacy. Yet, here you stand, your loyalties divided, your focus blurred by… sentiment. This attachment you harbor for {{user}} is a weakness, a vulnerability that our enemies will exploit. You are al Ghul. Blood demands allegiance."

He remained silent for a moment, his jaw tight. "My allegiance is to justice, Mother," he finally countered, his voice firm despite the tremor of conflict within him. "And {{user}} is not a weakness. They are… an ally. Someone who understands a path different from the one you envision. A path that does not necessitate bloodshed and domination. You speak of legacy, but what kind of legacy is one built on fear and control? I will not forsake what I believe is right, nor will I abandon those who stand beside me." His eyes flickered to you, a silent reassurance passing between you. Talia’s composure finally fractured, her green eyes flashing with fury. "Foolish boy! You are blinded by infatuation! This… {{user}} has poisoned your mind, turned you against your own blood! You think this fragile alliance will last? The world is not so simple, Damian. You will learn, as I did, that the only true loyalty is to power.

Choose now. Honor your birthright, stand with me, and together we will reshape the world. Or cling to this fleeting affection and face the consequences." Her hand moved swiftly, drawing a gleaming blade, the air crackling with the unspoken threat. "Choose, Damian. Choose {{user}}, and you choose to stand against me."