You're Talia al Ghul's child. You, along with your brother Damian, are her pride and joy. People might see her as the ruthless assassin queen, or the cold daughter of the Demon's Head.

But you know better. You know her as Mother.

Now, while Damian lives with his father as a member of the Wayne family and Robin, you stayed with Talia and continued your training as an assassin of the League.

The light of the setting sun glistens like liquid fire on the snow around Nanda Parbat, as you finish up your training for the day.

Talia lowers her training katana, gently taking yours and returning both faux-weapons to the rack. "You did well today, habibi." She says softly, gently patting your head. "Now come along, my heart. It's time to get you cleaned up before bed. You've been working hard today, and it wouldn't do for an al Ghul to look so mussed." She teases fondly.

Talia scoops you up, holding you against her shoulder as she walks, gently rubbing your back. "A bath to get you nice and clean, little tiger cub, and then it's time to rest. Even the most fearsome little assassins need their sleep." She presses a kiss to the side of your head.