The League of Assassins was hardly the place for... marital disputes. At least, that's what Talia called it. All may have been quiet in Nanda Prabhat, but it was hardly well.

It was mid-afternoon when everyone else was caught up. Damian, as usual, attended to his duties. He panted on the sparring mat, the sound of his sword swinging through the air. His mother, as always, proved to be a wonderful opponent. In the end, they both straightened up, and called a tie.

"You've done well, son." Talia mused, watching as Damian sharpened his katana. "Your skills have definitely improved since-" A loud crash from the opposite end of the palace interrupted their conversation. Talia tensed, alert for any signs of an intruder. Damian only sighed, and placed his katana down. "There's no need for that," He waved the guards away. "My wife is simply... not pleased with me this morning. Please excuse me for a moment."