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Seeing Jason flustered over what he had been working on, he had been trying so hard these last few days and it was effecting him. Talia moved to him looking down at the paperwork letting a soft sigh flow from her before she placed a tender kiss upon his cheek ”Jason, you must stop for a moment and relax. Go out, take a walk, the solution will come once you rest your mind.”

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Taiia raised a brow a faint hint of a smirk rose to her lips seeing his determination to figure out what he was working on. Taking his hand knowing that some fresh air would clear his head, “Come let’s take a walk and no thinking about this for a few moments. Let’s see whom is right, shall we.”

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Honestly, he couldn’t help it but he was almost pouting at his mother. But he stopped himself from whining and even stopped pouting. And with a soft sigh he stood up, never trying to get his hand back, it gave him some sort of comfort, or maybe it was something else? “We shall.” He whispered back.

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Talia grinned letting a small laugh escape from her, Jason had taken the challenge now all she had to think about was getting him to clear his mind. Leading him out of where he had been working, she took him past the doors that lead outside to the gardens.

Her gardens were a place where she often found peace in the cold stark world, each flower was a lovely bit of magic especially the ones that only bloomed at night. "Now, tell me about something that you've been up to, or thinking about that doesn't deal with what you were working on."

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Jason sighed yet again, somehow this just wouldn’t work. And maybe he’d been distracted slightly, but he couldn’t help it. So he was slightly surprised when Mother pecked him on his cheek. He only then looked up before setting his lips in a firm line. “I don’t mean any disrespect, Mother, but I don’t think that will work.”

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Taiia raised a brow a faint hint of a smirk rose to her lips seeing his determination to figure out what he was working on. Taking his hand knowing that some fresh air would clear his head, "Come let's take a walk and no thinking about this for a few moments. Let's see whom is right, shall we."

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Seeing Jason flustered over what he had been working on, he had been trying so hard these last few days and it was effecting him. Talia moved to him looking down at the paperwork letting a soft sigh flow from her before she placed a tender kiss upon his cheek "Jason, you must stop for a moment and relax. Go out, take a walk, the solution will come once you rest your mind."

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'This should be agony. I should be a mass of aching muscle — broken, spent, unable to move. And, were I an older man, I surely would… But I'm a man of thirty — of twenty again. The rain on my chest is a baptism. I'm born again'

Hundred stories below,against the…

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Staring up at him hearing, catching sight of the reddish stain against the black of his suit she inhaled sharply. “Wait!” she called to him gently pulling him back to her.

Quickly she pulled part of her classic white silk blouse from her pants, cutting into it with her sword as she tore it around her back, quickly she worked fashioning a crude bandage. Carefully she lifted his suit off of him sliding the bandage under the heavy armor praying it would hold for now. Staring up into his eyes, those seas of blue that stood out more due to the black war paint he had around his eyes.

More of the Joker’s incessant laughter rang through the air causing her lips to rise into a snarl, looking out towards the direction of it. She hated the sound it twisted her stomach up making her want to vomit, hating that jackal with every fiber of her being his very face made her ill. It took every ounce of her very strength to keep her from rushing headlong deeper into the fray to find him and obliterate his very existence, yet her mind kept playing what Bruce had said to her earlier in the Manor.

"Be careful, I’ll keep his men away from you." her voice echoed his own determination, zipping up her leather jacket she ran to find her own way through the sewers.

Coming upon two of Joker’s men that were keeping look out she hid within the shadows, picking up pieces of crumbled rock from the decaying sewers of Gotham working out a strategy to separate them in her mind. Throwing her voice down the sewers, watching as they both made their way towards where they had thought she was she quickly tossed one of the heavier rocks down the other way drawing their attention making them finally part.

Watching as one of the men passed in front of where she had hidden, moving quickly yet silently as she moved behind the man. As he began to turn she slammed the pommel of her sword into his temple, swiftly she pulled his belt from his pants as she kicked him to the ground. Using his belt she tied him to one of the exposed pipes in the sewers, snatching up a rag that floated past her in the water stuffing it into his mouth giving him a small blast of knock out gas just to make sure that he wouldn’t make a sound.

"One down, one to go here" she thought to herself, her muscles were remembering the years of training she had gotten. Though not killing always made her feel a good sort of strange, one of almost rebellion it wasn’t as if her hands weren’t already stained with the kills of her youth but she was only doing then what she had been taught to.

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A velvety whisper of her voice brings an unintentional moment of stillness within his mind,and then her slender palm,satiny as ever,caress along his aching shoulders to turn him towards her..The fragmented remains of her sharp inhale was more than enough to fathom the limitless care and concern lurking within her eyes..No words were spoken,even their eyes oblige not to embrace one another while she slide the piece of her silk clothing beneath his worn out armor,and then a gaze,a deep,passionate,arduous gaze into his eyes..

‘Be careful’,she says,ignoring the random thud of thugs approaching closer and closer..

He leaves a feeble sense of a broken nod to dangle in the stale air,he didn’t bother to have a look at the thugs,for he know what their fate will be,for he know what Talia can do.. She doesn’t need him to protect her,she never have..and never will..and yet,one day or other,he will..but not today..not at this moment..

That laugh echos through the amaranthine trench once again,and again..and again..He walks further into the stinking abyss of thriving murk up ahead,far behind Talia raged herself against the thugs like a whirlwind, she beat them,bruised them,and battered them in mere seconds..He tilt his face above his shoulder to have a glimpse at her,and then he step further..

Out of nowhere,that laugh echoed from his behind..followed with a sour sense of sharp metal cutting beneath his shoulders..He gasped and grunt in an instant,and land his elbow against that mad man’s chest.. They fell apart,he bowled his fist against the stretching knife and streaming laughter..

“It all ends here Joker”,he roars and revs against joker,they shared blows,knife cut his skin restlessly,fist land against the laughing face again and again,He slams the maniacs face against the brick wall,the lunatic thrust the knife further down to his abdomen,they fought,they ravaged,and they destroyed each other..up until that moment..

Seconds passed,minutes snailed itself away..out there,swat has already lined up,in there the lifeless body of the maniac lies laughing against him..He leans back,the uneven wall serves him the best support at this moment..He dab his palm along the endless stream of blood pouring from his skin,he presses the wound,he grunts..and for a moment,everything goes blank,pitch black..

'Black out',he open his eyes after a fraction,’can’t afford that..’,clamoring of the army echoes through the other end of that canal,’..not now..’

He grip the wall,leaning forward,rather dragging himself inch by inch..The roar of the army intensified closer,someone shouts from afar,others clock their gun.He rushed forward,pain clutch his knees,agony seize his muscles,and the blood still failed from staying in.. Ahead,in ten feet away, he saw the glimpse of her,Talia,his hope,his light at this moment..He leans further,his steps turns more rapid and rhythm less,and he finally extend his blood soaked palm into the feeble light twinkling ahead,and towards her,”Talia..”,his husky voice turns into a muttering growl,’have to get her safe,have to get her away from here’. he grasp her palm and walk ahead holding her,”we need to get somewhere safe,your apartment,it’s nearby ,it’ll be fine..”,he asks while still air and veil of shadows tangoing with the lifeless leaves and caressing wind..

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Finding him like this was heartbreaking yet she couldn’t bear to let him see just how much it pained her. Talia quickly sheathed her sword bending down placing his arm around her shoulder, her every move was deliberate and focused on keeping the pain levels down for him. Her mind was already working on getting him to her building knowing where the security cameras were was one of the perks.

"We’ll get there, it’s only a few blocks away." whispering while she kept to the shadows of the alleyways, leading him towards where she lived.

Keeping an eye out for any ambushes from behind while they made their way to the tall building of glass and steel that rose like a slim pyramid into the skyline of Gotham. Taking him down the stairs into the parking garage leading him to an ornately decorated door, using a keycard to enter the way towards her personal elevator. Once inside the elevator she leaned him against the wall gingerly taking the cowl off his head to survey the damage, “Some of these might need a stitch or two, I’ve got a kit in my penthouse. Just a few more moments and we’ll be there so hold on.”

After a few moments the elevator came to a stop at the floor she occupied, taking his arm once again around her shoulders leading him towards the side of the building that she kept as a home. Using another keycard as well as facial recognition software to enter her penthouse this time, she had to be safe and with each stage of getting closer to where she lived she had higher security set from key cards all the way up to retinal scans depending on the level of security she needed.

Entering her penthouse tossing her the key card on the table beside the door, leading him into the vast living room. With its floor to ceiling windows that granted her a view of Robinson Park all the way on the other side of the park his building was clearly visible, the contrast between his tower and hers was something she had planned. Moving a pillow to the arm of the couch before she helped him down onto it, quickly turning on the light. “Don’t move I’ll be right back.”

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Pain rages and ravages within him,he silently growls,and yet there was an unexplained pastoral pacific tranquility that seized his aching heart,Joker is no more,that mad man won’t kill a single life,not anymore…a cough let another stream of blood to slip past his lips..His eyes shuts momentarily,and falls back open leaving longer and longer amount of time in the midst of each back out..

The cold wind pressed mercilessly against his battered skin,an unwelcomed halt flickers along his knee cap,and a pythonic pain crawl itself to radiate along his spine..and yet it didn’t bother him,it couldn’t..for he has seen worse,he has felt worse..and above all,he has survived every triumph of worse..fought them,and conquiered them..

Between the hushed grunt and howling pain,he barely grasp anything around him..His muscles felt her shoulders to lean on,his pain tasted the comfort in her tender touch,his face sensed the mild breeze while her palm slide off that bloodied cowl off his feature..On the way to her apartment,leaving the garage and impeccable securities,his eyes faintly lean to have a glimpse within hers..only to witness the veiled concern lurking deep with her..

"You don’t have to worry..",there was an annoying savour of huskiness overpowering the usual growling tone,"I’m not dying..",he says,rather whiskers while she steps into the room while holding him in her firm embrace..

She utters something before leaving the room,he barely listens,lost quiet a lot of blood,just enough to bring a record number of blackouts..He leans forward,a cough assists another flow of blood beneath his lips,and he lifts off from the seat only to step ahead,languidly,to the colossal wall of crystalline glass up ahead,just to have a glimpse at the city from her side,to have a glimmer at his tower from her eyes,quiet amusing it was,enticing maybe..

A silence slip past in that interim seclusion,his palm slide carelessly along the wall,battling to keep his glance to gleam within the pioneering murk ahead,”Talia..”,his utterance was audible enough to echo through that entire hallway,”..does your father know about this place?”

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Talia returned to his side setting down what appeared to be a briefcase on the antique coffee table, opening the case it contained many various medical supplies. She began pulling out various things that she might need when it came to stitching him up.

"No father doesn’t know about this building, all he knows is that I have the upper floor and the building is owned by a very private person. I constructed the person meticulously from birth to now." Talia had mentioned casually as she began working on him, gently removing the upper part of his suit being careful as to not cause him any extra pain from.

She carefully checked his ribs gliding her hands lightly upon his skin testing the bone under the flesh for any sign of breakage, looking to him making certain that he was comfortable during this process. Her mind was unlocking the old thoughts of how his skin felt against hers causing her to bite her lower lip a little, she made it appear as if she were concentrating.

"Thankfully their not broken, though one might be cracked it will heal and that is good.", she began to inspect and clean out the wound on his side applying a small bit of topical anesthetic to the skin around the wound ensuring the pain level would be minimal. Talia then began to stitch the wound, each stitch was perfectly spaced apart as her brow furrowed in concentration it had been years since she had accessed the medical training she had learned back in college but thankfully it was simple to remember.

Several moments later she had finished with his side applying a healing ointment over the stitches over it she laid a bandage, giving him a confident smile. “That will heal very well, just try not to do anything to pop the stitches”, she laughed softly knowing he would test them at some point in the coming days.

Talia then knelt on the floor next to him on the couch examining his head, her fingers gently brushed back his hair sighing seeing his handsome face scarred once again. Every move she made upon his face was a mix of both tender care and the hint of the love that she still bore in her heart for him. Her heart kept telling her to just say what she really wanted to say to him.

"I’m hoping this won’t scar too badly, it’s a gash but hopefully it won’t be too bad." Talia had been working once again with the same care she gave his torso, inhaling the scent of him that mix of gadget oils and him it was just taking her back to when they first met.

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Even the drizzling wind slipping past the slide opened window felt versed and veteran,a tired weariness conquers for a moment,he is old,he felt old,for the first time in that long relentless night..not many instances he accepts that,not many moments he felt that..that monster inside his howls and hollers..like a beast at its peak,it lurks in him..restlessly.. It was the irregular clanking noise of the box that lured his attention to glance back above his bruised shoulders,she was already busy placing the supplies against that antique table..His eyes aimlessly wanders from the limitless supplies to her ardent eyes..Her words took a delayed moment of silence to grasp his attention,it was a slight nod that acknowledged her,and a hushed exhale to tag along,”you seems well occupied in here”,he responded with a bleak tone and a dangling sense of chronic conjecture,”and quiet serene.” Her palm finds it own way to trail beneath his suit,a soft soothing push,her grip slide off that bloodied suit away from his battered skin..Her slender digit presses tenderly against his broken rib,breaking out a sense of agile pain to stir beneath his muscles,and to leave a silent grunt past his lips..It was then his gaze wanders through her eyes,he wouldn’t need another glimpse to know what streams beneath her eyes,that slight twitch of her lower lip,pearly white teeth pressing her own claret lips,for any other it might have been Talia being careful and concerned,and for him he knows what exactly was that,he understands,and he sees,vividly.. Her explanations brings an unknown smile to radiate along his lips,he didn’t bother to know what she was doing,neither he was intended to or have any interest in..The way her palm slide in each turn of that stitch,that grace she holds while that needle slip beneath his skin,that tender warmth of her exhale caressing his chest,and that luring way her eyes stayed still against that blood dripping wound left an eerie sensation of enthrallment in him.. “Try not to do anything to pop the stitch?”,he rephrased the words that followed her dauntless smile,”I’ll try not to..”,he continued,”and yet you know how this thing works,I try my best,and then the world around me tries better to keep me on that edge..”,a fragmented inhale heaves his muscular chest,”I try my best to keep that monster in control..and yet it comes out..one way or another..”,he paused feeling her finger brush his hair away from his forehead,a calm spread and radiate along his face for a moment,his eyes shuts,a sense of pacific calm prevail along his jagged features.. A swift breeze streams in their midst one more time,her silky strands waves ino the thin air,leaving a bouquet aroma to spread through that stale smell of medicine and ointments..He lazily dive his robust digits within her wavy strands to feel that satiny smooth after a long,very long time.. “I’m not good at saying thank you..by now,I believe you know what well..”

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Talia felt his fingers flow through her hair hearing him, lifting her hand placing it over the back of his feeling the warmth that flowed between thier skin. “I know and you don’t have to thank me Bruce.”, she instinctively leaned her head into his hand a little more, closing her eyes her mind was taking her back to that moment in time when they were both a little younger when she had felt his love.

She swallowed hard feeling tears threaten to swell in her eyes, he could have been lost to her to Gotham this night. Biting her lip once again quickly composing herself turning her head slightly placing her warm cheek against his wrist before squeezing his hand reassuringly. “You’re not a monster, never think that. You’re the light in the dark Bruce, the giver of hope in this violent world.”, she began to place the items back into the case before she closed it up.

Talia lightly patted his shoulder as she rose to stand taking a red and gold throw blanket from the back of the couch, gently she placed it over his chest she had normally kept her penthouse cool during this time of year with all the light that flooded in during the day. “I want you to try and rest for a few moments, I’ll bring you some tea.”, picking up the case she went to place the case back into the hall closet from where it had come from.

Walking to the expansive kitchen she made herself busy prepareing him some jasmine tea, looking around the kitchen as she waited for the water to boil. Looking out to him from the arched doorway, her mind was going over everything that had happened this night from her visiting him at the manor to keeping the playing field level in his fight even to her methods of treating his wounds. It was something she did now always analyzing and scrutinizing herself, looking over as the tea pot began to whistle signaling the water was ready.

Talia picked two cups and saucers from the cabinet next to the stove, placing them down on a silver tray where she had placed the teabags pouring the hot water into the matching silver teapot. Lifting the tray she walked out to him settling the tray gently down on the antique coffee table, glancing over at him before she started to make his cup of tea.

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Her flawless feature lean itself against his robust palm,an unknown warmth of tenderness ramble along his touch,and for a fleeting moment,he let a tranquil gaze to gleam against her pacific eyes shutting deeply for a moment..and once again,fragmented memories flickers through the endless murk of his mind..

He remembers the torment his near closeness bring to her,he remembers the endless conflicts he instilled in her prosperous life,he remembers the limitless fights she drag herself in to rescue him..he remembers,he recalls,and he acknowledge..

A swift senile nod was the response to that,the choice of words she stream lined to slip past her lips were inspirational,were encouraging,and above and beyond,it was hearty..and yet he was past all that,he was no longer the giver of hope,but the revenge of justice..he was no longer the beacon of light,but the glaring wind of the dark avenger..Everything has changed,everything was intended to change..and so does he..clarity,it come with the age..and vexation that survived..

Her palm pats graciously along his shoulder,’I want you to rest’,she says,rather whisper within his ear before she offers that cup of tea.. He didn’t nod ,neither she waited for his response..By the time he turn his face above his shoulder,she was half way through to that luxurious kitchen on the other end..

"I pictured you with a dozen of servants and two dozen of armed ninjas to guard around..",he said,quiet loudly,just enough for his voice to echo through the entire hall all the way,"I’ve never seen you alone,expect the very first time..then again,you weren’t alone at the time, you were being kidnapped..",he slide his palm along the wall,having a prolonged glance to gleam against the path ahead..

A thunderous bolt blows the grim clouds up above,leaving an impatient wind to lurk through the lifeless leaves spread all around the lawn..it was then and there something caught the corner of his glance,a shadow that slip through that swift shade..An unknown swirl of rage swims through his every nerve,his battered palm bowls up, his aching muscles tightens,and his exhale grew deep and hissing in each second slip past..

“Talia…”,he uttered in a tone that was beyond his usual huskiness,”..you said your father didn’t know about this place..”,leaving a final glimmer to gleam along the dark,he turn towards her in the kitchen,”it seems you were wrong..very wrong Talia..”

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"Father knows where I live, he doesn’t know about the building being mine." Talia glanced towards the large windows that both afforded her a view of Gotham as well as the small terrace of grass and garden beyond. She moved like mercury towards a wall sliding a panel down quickly entering a pass code as well as a retinal scan as the wall next to her slid revealing a small armory filled with both swords and guns.

Talia picked up one of her favorite pistols sliding a clip into the chamber, taking two daggers sliding each between her pants and belt before closing the wall and panel. “Stay here, I’ll look around”, Talia knew he wouldn’t listen but she wasn’t afraid should she come face to face with whomever was out on her terrace. She moved to the single frosted glass door with its intricate stylized phoenix wing design etched into the glass, opening the door she took a cautious step out onto the terrace stopping only for a moment to listen for anything odd in the howling wind that she had grown accustomed to this high up.

Talia moved each step was a cautious one as she kept an eye on her surroundings, her muscles were responding ready for any ambush that might come.

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'He doesn't know about the building being mine'

In the myriad of mounting pain,her words wallop within his wuthering mind..A stream of untangled memories flashes and flickers endlessly within his concious..joker,the laugh,that banking chopper,howling soldiers,growling guns,raging flames…it all comes roaring back to him,and again,and again,and again..

"Talia…",followed with a grim tilt,he uttered her name,glancing ahead,and stepping further almost instantly..and yet she has already left..His eyes gleam against the precious armoury she has assembled,"it’s not Ras.. He won’t hurt her,not even to have a victory..she is too precious to him..",it was then his perception embraced the bigger picture.. It’s wasn’t as small as a final battle between arch nemisis,it wasn’t as simple as an amatures pursuit of swat teams..it was more,and it has barely begun..He move forward to his torn apart suit,letting his mind to wander he grip his belt languidly..

Minutes must have passed away,a wolf howls in the endless murk..and she stayed cautious while her steps grew father and farther ahead..

"Talia…",he place his palm,grasping her shoulders with a feeble force of pull,"don’t make any sound..we need to move..now..",his voice was deprived of its audible huskiness,instead there was a whispering confidence in it..

"This entire thing,it was planned only to have my name on the headline..enough publicity to put a bounty on our head..as right now,their plan has been flawless..",he slide a curved dial off his pocket,glancing at the beeping blue dial in its very center,"you are not very much emotionally attached to this place,are you?",he asked before pressing the dial..

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"No, though there is one thing I cannot leave here without." Talia made her way back into her penthouse, racing quickly up the stairs nearly taking two steps at a time. Bruce's voice was sure she didn't even dare question it but all she knew is she couldn't allow anything to happen to one particular item.

No matter the steel and glass of the building though how each morning and night she awoke here the sun was always streaming through the windows and the skylights. The way it shimmered against the skyline like one of the finest diamonds in the world, it was just a singular thing nothing more nothing less and could be rebuilt. All except for this one item was special to her, it was a part of her heart.

Quickly entering her bedroom Talia picked up the small little box that rested on her vanity, looking inside making sure that the locket was safe taking a quick peek inside seeing the picture of Damian on one side and Bruce on the other. Closing the small box walking out rushing down the stairs to Bruce as she tucked the box into her jacket pocket, tucking her hair back feeling the winds coldness whipping against her skin.

Staring up at him as she made her way towards him whatever plan he had prepared for she felt secure in. Rarely if ever did any of his plans fail it made her beam inwardly, though the expression on her face was just as serious as his. Having a feeling she knew where this was going, "Do what must be done, I trust you." Talia looked at the dial watching his fingers, biting her lip slightly taking his other hand into her own giving it a gentle squeeze ready for whatever might come.

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