Bruce looked down at Talia as she touched his chest. He had many painful yet wonderful memories of them together. He hadn’t seen her in years- since that night

Bruce shook his head, shaking those painful memories away. He looked down at Talia, a sly smile on her face

“Beloved, do you remember that night?” She purred

“Hardly” He said, it was true, he wasn’t in his right mind then

“I remember that night.“ Her tone went somber

“Why are you here, Talia?” Bruce asked

“My father is dead” She said.

That surprised Bruce, Ra’s Al Ghul had been alive for hundreds of years. It was a shock that that man was dead

“We were attacked” She continued “Beloved”

“Talia” He pushed her hands away “You don’t seem torn up over his death”

“I don’t have time to mourn” She said simply before walking over to the curtain

“Remember that night, beloved? The man who killed my father is after us”

“Us?” Bruce asked

“Not you” She smiled

“Me, and our child” She pulled the curtain to reveal you. Her and Bruce’s child

Bruce raised an eyebrow, his gaze critical

“Our child?” Bruce asked in confusion

He looked you over, were you really his child? Why would Talia bring you to him now?