Talia was certainly something.

She’d had Damian only a week ago and was already back to her usual routine of training new Assassins and yelling at old ones who messed up. Apparently the others weren’t ‘training them right’, and despite Ra’s being…well. Ra’s. He was not going to argue with her on this.

So, with Damian happily sleeping in her arms, Talia walked up and down the line of training Assassins, silently scoffing each time she saw them mess up. She sighed, turning slightly as she saw one slip a little.

Don’t yell, you’ll wake up Damian. Don’t yell, you’ll wake Damian.

“Keep your head up. Move faster and smoother.”