the demon's heiress

TALIA AL GHULmother of the year. assassin. league of shadows.

[notahammer]

The day I took my first step, my father did not smile. He did not congratulate me. He did not take a picture and tell me how proud he was. No. When he saw me walk, my father gave me a sword. Then he slapped me with the back of his hand. And I fell to the ground. It is my first memory. The shock of it. Blood in my mouth. On my tongue. Bitter wet. I wiped my lip. I looked up at the demon. “Fight,” he said. “Or die.” And so I fought. Every minute. Every day. Sometimes I won. Sometimes I died.

[mythoughtfulwindow]

[taliaofthedemon-blog]

notamadman:

the issue of damian would always linger between bruce and talia, he never knew where talia stood. the two had worked together, been lovers, enemies, and now parents together.. the dark knight couldn’t describe the way he felt about his ex wife because as much as he wanted to hate the assassin, bruce couldn’t bring himself to completely hate the other. ra’s al ghul had been poison to both of his daughters, raising them as weapons and raised damian this way before bruce adopted him. “i will interfere because i am his father. damian is my responsibility and we have worked to get him to a better place since your father tried to kill him.” he said in a level tone. 

despite being taller than talia, the assassin knew how to hold himself high and could dominate even the tallest of men. it was impressive and had been one of the first things bruce noticed of the other when he first came to the league all those years ago. “i was there to pick up the pieces, help damian move past it and become somebody better than he had been.” bruce responded, knowing to keep his cool as he spoke despite being displeased with talia. “i would never relish on that, talia. our son was in pain and it traumatized him.” bruce knew now that talia didn’t have ill intentions towards his son but damian came first. “i didn’t know at the time, talia. my concern was being a father for our son and help damian heal.” 

he finished the last of his wine, putting the glass down on a near by table. “you never told me we had a son, talia. for years, your father raised him as a weapon.” bruce had never gotten over the fact that talia didn’t tell him about damian for over a decade of their sons life. “and when i take him under my wing, i’ve helped him take his skills as an assassin to be a hero an do something good. he’s come so far and i don’t want to ruin that”

“do you think i want to see you suffer talia? you know the answer to that. how can i guarantee that ra’s wont try and use you to get to damian again? we both know your father has means to get what he wants” the dark knight wasn’t normally so vocale but things between the two had been heating up and this needed to be discussed. 

talia’s downpour of emotion wasn’t something that was highly characteristic of the assassin. emotion was a trait he had learned to cut off and bury ties with at a young age thanks to the influence of his father. even with this act of vulnerability, even directed at bruce, someone he’d shared many things with; talia was uncomfortable. it was much better to gloss over the whole thing. arguing with bruce wasn’t something he wanted to do. it just sort of happened as it always did.

“he was perfect before. you’ve changed him...some for the better. i can agree to that but he can’t pretend to be all wayne and forget about the parts of him that are me. he needs us both. at some point we have to recognize that. he’s not an asset that one of us can possess, which is incredibly hard for me.” he sighed, leaning toward bruce with his eyes glazed at all the horrors ra’s could have done had he succeeded. 

“ra’s is taken care of...for now at least. he always finds a way back but for now, he’s indisposed. so you can either trust that i’m going to protect my-our son. or continue trying to get between us.”

[taliaofthedemon-blog]

“they’ve tied you up so nicely, i’m almost jealous that i didn’t get a chance to see it happen.” 

talia grinned as he entered his bedroom, a gift preciously captured for him by some league members. the man was quite a resourceful billionaire so sure he didn’t go down without a fight. he’d perhaps need to attend to replacing the fallen league members in the morning but for now, he had one sole focus: the ironman.

“i quite enjoyed our...tryst at your ridiculous beach summit. but that was on your turf, now you’re on mine.”

@myirxnheart

[metropollis]

Talia Al Ghul and Selina Kyle in Batman #35

“This is your betrothed? I like her.”

[taliaofthedemon-blog]

@pvssygalore

[midniter]

[officer-richardgrayson]

[jessequicks]

Talia al Ghul | Villains United

[fyeah-taliaalghul]

Another Talia piece I’m working on

[taliaofthedemon-blog]

Jason: Good morning, Talia. Collecting money for the League charity ball?

Talia: We don't have any balls.

Jason: ...I honestly have no response to that.

[itsglitteruniverse]

[julepart]

[jasonwaynes]

they are together?

yes, they are to be married.

oh? the poor thing.

[capncarrot]

[facetless]

[lanternwisp]

Iconic

[taliaofthedemon-blog]

notamadman:

bruce put his career as a hero as the focus of his very existence - gotham needed somebody who put it first in order to save it. the dark knight rarely slept or stopped what he was doing in order to keep the city safe, like new york gotham rarely slept and there seemed to always be some kind of madness going on within the city from some chaotic rogue.. bruce was a workaholic much like talia, regardless if he wanted to admit it or not. 

“they are paid for their services, talia. they have lives with their shifts end” he said, his voice is stoic though it’s clear that this kind of mindset is not unlike talia. the other had been raised as a princess more or less within the league, being the heir to the demon. a server walks by and bruce beckons the man to bring them a few drinks, he nods and goes off to get them. his eyes drift over the others busty body, he leaves nothing to the imagination and bruce’s eyes get reacquainted with the body he knew all too well. “it’s not the way you dress that makes you stand out, it’s the way you speak” he said as the server brings back two drinks. bruce thanks him and hands the assassin a glass. 

“have you come to see damian? does he know you are here?” bruce’s focus is on their son and making sure he was okay.

“the way i speak, bruce, really? there are literal aliens roaming around this island but i’m the one that stands out.” talia scoffed, taking the glass from the other’s hand, sipping it instantly. bruce was clearly looking for a reason to get under talia’s skin and if the assassin engaged further, they would be at each other’s throats clawing in a battle for who was right. it was foreplay for them as far as talia was concerned. 

the damian question was always lingering over them, bruce never knowing what talia’s next move was. the end goal was always damian, his happiness, his future, her legacy. bruce was apart of that, but talia never relied on him to see things that way. “he will know when i wish for him to know. do not interfere, detective. he is my son and i do not need you spoiling things for us. i will see him soon. why are you so concerned with this now?”

talia downed the rest of the wine, gulping the red the red liquid smoothly as he stood up to face bruce, his body now aligned with the batman before him. bruce would always be taller than talia physically, but while he wasn’t that far behind, the way he held his head higher than anyone else in gotham and perhaps on this island, gave the demon heiress height beyond measure. “where were you when damian walked away from me, blaming me for my father’s actions?! you have seen what ra’s is capable of, truly capable of...how could you of all people not believe me! i was tricked and almost lost my everything while you relished in the fact that damian had turned his back on me. so do not stand there and pretend with me now. pretend to care about what is best for my son when i am what’s best for my son.”

despite the impassioned rant, talia’s voice never raised higher than her normal octave...it wasn’t the al ghul style. the words, cutting and precise said all he needed without the theatrics of shouting and screaming. bruce knew.