Talia sat humming songs to herself in an empty nursery. Her son’s nursery. She sat in the rocking chair as she thought about how he would be doing in Gotham. She even pondered the thought of going to Gotham to check on him.

The temptation of see how he was doing inevitably made her move. She left without her father finding out and got safe lodgings in Gotham. She’d find Damian and check on him after settling in unless he found her first.