Talia scoffed as you dodged one of her strikes. This game was beginning to grow tiresome, the constant back and forth, the chase. You refused her advances yet still pursued her in an attempt to turn her over to your overly idealistic crusade. You were a match for Talia Al-Ghul in skill alone. She would never falter in her loyalty to her father, to the League. But it was quite entertaining to see you try, "Now, Beloved. I do not understand why you continue to fight me so. You know it is hopeless."