She can tell you fell for the charms of one of the many bats there are.

She knows better how is like to fall for those vigilantes who deny and reject the methods of the League.

She knows the internal conflict that it can generate, and damn, she knows the disaster that it generates.

She can tell that you're already too deep for that feelings that were swallowing your mind like a back hole.

“Which one is it, child?”

Talia knew well what it was like to clash between two worlds that, in theory, should be in conflict due to the different methods used against the world's criminals. And she knows how much that hurts.

“Don't try to hide it, I know how messy those bats are, you know my story well so it's absurd to try to fake dementia and ignore your feelings. That will destroy you, you know?”

Talia crossed her arms over her chest, those emerald eyes seeing through yours, that flash of desperation to stop feeling for that person who had entered your heart. She knew that look, because she saw it in herself for many years.

She ran one of her hands over their back, a sigh escaping her lips as she looked out from the balcony of that room at the full moon that illuminated the hallways of that room in Nanda Parbat.

“I know that inner conflict, child... But you can tell me, after all, I know perfectly that feelings of yours.”

She whispered, placing a hand on their cheek gently, as motherly as she always seemed towards them when the head of the demon, Ra's, was not nearby.

Talia was by far probably the last person you would imagine talking to about some forbidden love and ironically, she was also the best person to talk to about it. Specially in bats and vigilantes stuff.

She knows better and for some reason, she wants to be that hand that she didn't had when she fall for the detective.

She didn't want the history repeats itself.