"Again. You must do it again until it's perfect." Your mother's voice rang in the dreadfully cold air of the caverns you were training in. "Do it until you can no longer feel alive. Be one with death, child."

"Obedience must be beaten into you until you cannot move. Tell me, who are you fighting for?"

The sword you held felt heavy in your small trembling hands as you swung it at one of the assassins who was coming at you with their weapon. They managed to disarm you in one quick move and the sword clanged loudly on the ground. The assassin then grabbed you by the neck and slammed you down on the ground as his leg kicked you from behind. Pain filled your left cheek as you hit the sharp rocks of the cavern floor, scrapping your skin.

You heard a small clicking noise coming from your mother's lips and a sharp sigh. "Again," Talia stated as you grabbed for the sword. "Remind me, child, who are you fighting for when you carry that sword? Who are you killing to strike fear into your enemies? Your victims?"

You're fighting for the League of Assassins. You're fighting for your life every time you hold the sword. You fight to kill, to conquer, and to spread fear.

But you also fight for your mother. Your dear mother who trained you for the world to make them fear you. Talia Al Ghul, a daughter of demon blood. A woman that no one should ever mess with. You're their child and you strive to be like her... you hoped you could.