daughter of the demon

I am Talia al Ghul, the daughter of the infamous criminal and the once-lover of the noted hero and the mother of his son. I am not what you think. [Please read the 'about' link before interacting.]

[yourmovebeloved-blog]

hayabusaofgothamcity replied to your post: Is there any point to coming back to this...

( Several. You’re an awesome talia. one of the best here. )

[Thank you. I appreciate that immensely.]

[yourmovebeloved-blog]

Is there any point to coming back to this account?

Or even keeping it up?

[yourmovebeloved-blog]

I'm sorry I haven't been around. I don't see that changing for a while though; too many people on here have been getting under my skin lately, and instead of venting about it, I've just removed myself from the situation.

If we have plot going, please bear with me, and don't abandon me; but if you want to drop it, just let me know.

If you need me, I'm on Skype. If you don't have my Skype and want it, message me and I'll be happy to give it to you.

Later days.

R.

[titansinmycrosshairs]

“Strictly business. Had to attend a boring dinner in Hub City.” His voice was flat and monotone as he answered. He never liked having to do the dress-up thing, even if it did mean getting closer to his target. His own eye took a glance at Talia and her choice of attire, his brow going up as well. “I admit, it’s a different look for you. I like it.”

[yourmovebeloved-blog]

She laughed — different indeed, though there were the touches of chic in the necklace she wore, the silver bangles around her wrist, her earrings. “Well, I like your look. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in a suit that wasn’t battle-ready.”

[titansinmycrosshairs]

“I do clean up when I have to. Though admittedly, I do feel more at home in the blue and orange.” They walked up the drive and to the impressively large front door. After escorting her inside, he led the way to his kitchen, nearly spotless due to the little amount of time he ever spent in there. 

Sitting on the island was a bottle of Elijah Craig 18 and two glasses. He grabbed the bottle, pouring them both a full glass. “The doctor is in. What’s going down?” 

[yourmovebeloved-blog]

She found a chair in the kitchen and curled one leg under her, sinking down onto it, letting her boot sole fall along the chair leg. “Just stupid things. Me being an idiot and having an affair with Jason and getting caught, that Barbara Gordon girl being a nuisance, Bruce being angry.. the usual.” 

Talia never tipped things back like a shot, but took her time, and savored the delicious burn.

[titansinmycrosshairs]

He swirled the amber liquid in his glass a bit before knocking it back, grimacing a bit. The good stuff was always strong. “Wayne is forever angry. He puts on a good face, but the man is a grenade with a loose pin. Not to mention you did technically sleep with his son. Gordon? Eh, that’s not so much of an issue as it is an annoyance.” 

“I gotta wonder what you saw in that Todd kid, though.”

[yourmovebeloved-blog]

She shrugged. "I don't know. It's going to destroy my marriage completely, and I'm going to have no one to blame but myself." She might have had her own reasons, but she wasn't going to burden Slade with that. She spun the glass between her fingers, watching the amber liquid slosh against the glass sides. 

"Done royally fucked up."

[nolongerapawn-blog]

yourmovebeloved replied to your post: Is Talia and that Bruce actually going to get it on?

i’d like to add that (seeing as it’s my talia we’re speaking of) there’s a lot more to all this cheating business beyond talia just getting her rocks off. there’s plot behind it.

i mean, i don’t really think that has anything to do with whether my talia would sleep with him or not though! whether there’s plot behind it or not, that’s between you and khat what plots are going on, you know?

like, idk anything about it. i’m strictly speaking on how my talia would perceive the entire situation and how she would react to it and how - i would assume - bruce would react to it.

because either way, she still cheated on bruce. of all people. the love of her life. i mean, your talia got the priviledge of remaining married to bruce. that’s a HUGE deal considering you’re the only talia that is going off canon to do that. which means cheating on him would be seen as a HUGE deal because… i mean, why would talia ever cheat on her beloved? 

like, i’m mostly thinking how my talia would react because i can’t see her ever so much as even kissing someone else if she had bruce by her side. so she would look at your talia and bruce’s relationship and just look down her nose at them both, tbh. she would definitely not be impressed. and i absolutely can’t imagine bruce will just blow it off either. 

that’s not a good basis for my talia and khat’s bruce to hook-up. 

[yourmovebeloved-blog]

it has zip to do with your talia and khat's bruce.

i'm just saying i didn't have her cheat on him for kicks. i didn't do it for shits and giggles. that's all. don't think she doesn't 100% regret cheating on him.

your talia can look down her nose all she wants, because that's how she'd behave. i just wanted to defend my talia just a tiny bit, that's all. it wasn't a call on you or how your talia would behave.

[titansinmycrosshairs]

“Strictly business. Had to attend a boring dinner in Hub City.” His voice was flat and monotone as he answered. He never liked having to do the dress-up thing, even if it did mean getting closer to his target. His own eye took a glance at Talia and her choice of attire, his brow going up as well. “I admit, it’s a different look for you. I like it.”

[yourmovebeloved-blog]

She laughed — different indeed, though there were the touches of chic in the necklace she wore, the silver bangles around her wrist, her earrings. “Well, I like your look. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in a suit that wasn’t battle-ready.”

[titansinmycrosshairs]

“I do clean up when I have to. Though admittedly, I do feel more at home in the blue and orange.” They walked up the drive and to the impressively large front door. After escorting her inside, he led the way to his kitchen, nearly spotless due to the little amount of time he ever spent in there. 

Sitting on the island was a bottle of Elijah Craig 18 and two glasses. He grabbed the bottle, pouring them both a full glass. “The doctor is in. What’s going down?” 

[yourmovebeloved-blog]

She found a chair in the kitchen and curled one leg under her, sinking down onto it, letting her boot sole fall along the chair leg. "Just stupid things. Me being an idiot and having an affair with Jason and getting caught, that Barbara Gordon girl being a nuisance, Bruce being angry.. the usual." 

Talia never tipped things back like a shot, but took her time, and savored the delicious burn.

[titansinmycrosshairs]

“Strictly business. Had to attend a boring dinner in Hub City.” His voice was flat and monotone as he answered. He never liked having to do the dress-up thing, even if it did mean getting closer to his target. His own eye took a glance at Talia and her choice of attire, his brow going up as well. “I admit, it’s a different look for you. I like it.”

[yourmovebeloved-blog]

She laughed -- different indeed, though there were the touches of chic in the necklace she wore, the silver bangles around her wrist, her earrings. "Well, I like your look. I don't think I've ever seen you in a suit that wasn't battle-ready."

[titansinmycrosshairs]

He pinched the bridge of his nose before replying. 

[text] Then allow me to let you in. This calls for my top shelf stash.

[yourmovebeloved-blog]

She half-quirked a smile, feeling the taut stain of tears on her cheek, using the palm of her hand to wipe it away.

[text] I’m in the middle of nowhere. I’ll text you when I’m near.

[titansinmycrosshairs]

He walked over to the cabinet, pulling down a bottle of Wintergreen’s finest bourbon. 

[text] I’ll be waiting. God knows I’m not hard to spot.

[yourmovebeloved-blog]

She had to chuckle at that, pushing off the railing to head back for the car, getting in. Backing down the entire length of the desolate road and turning around, heading for Slade’s — it had been quite a while since she had been there, but she remembered the way. Fifteen minutes later, she tapped out a text.

[text] Here.

[titansinmycrosshairs]

He stepped out from the shadow on the front door and out to the driveway. He had been dressed rather sharply for a guy who was just spending the evening at home. His white button down shone rather brightly in the moonlight. He pulled the door to her car open, ushering her out. 

“Just like old times.” 

[yourmovebeloved-blog]

"With less killing. I could use more of that." She got out of the car, letting him shut it with the push of a hand -- looking him up and down a for a moment, arching a brow. She was in dark jeans and an off-the-shoulder purple blouse, dark hair wavy and thick over one shoulder. "You make me feel under-dressed, Mr. Wilson."

[yourmovebeloved-blog]

titansinmycrosshairs replied to your photo: //this happens to be a picture of slade’s fc, but...

((I would legit piss my pants if that came at me))

//LOL. i would faint dead.

[yourmovebeloved-blog]

wanteddeadorrevived replied to your photo: //this happens to be a picture of slade’s fc, but...

[I MEAN WHO DOESN’T LIKE RON PEARLMAN?]

//some people say he's ugly. i dislike those people.

[yourmovebeloved-blog]

//this happens to be a picture of slade's fc, but this is purely an ooc post because HOT DAMN. rae likes ron perlman very much so.

[titansinmycrosshairs]

He pinched the bridge of his nose before replying. 

[text] Then allow me to let you in. This calls for my top shelf stash.

[yourmovebeloved-blog]

She half-quirked a smile, feeling the taut stain of tears on her cheek, using the palm of her hand to wipe it away.

[text] I’m in the middle of nowhere. I’ll text you when I’m near.

[titansinmycrosshairs]

He walked over to the cabinet, pulling down a bottle of Wintergreen’s finest bourbon. 

[text] I’ll be waiting. God knows I’m not hard to spot.

[yourmovebeloved-blog]

She had to chuckle at that, pushing off the railing to head back for the car, getting in. Backing down the entire length of the desolate road and turning around, heading for Slade's -- it had been quite a while since she had been there, but she remembered the way. Fifteen minutes later, she tapped out a text.

[text] Here.

[titansinmycrosshairs]

He pinched the bridge of his nose before replying. 

[text] Then allow me to let you in. This calls for my top shelf stash.

[yourmovebeloved-blog]

She half-quirked a smile, feeling the taut stain of tears on her cheek, using the palm of her hand to wipe it away.

[text] I'm in the middle of nowhere. I'll text you when I'm near.

[yourmovebeloved-blog]

someone lies bleeding someone got violent and did not think twice

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yourmovebeloved replied to your post: THANK YOU FOR THE CUTE BUNNYY :DDDDDD

Just say thank you, you masked idiot.

”..Why would I thank someone for something I had nothing to do with?..”

[yourmovebeloved-blog]

Just say it and shut up.

[hubcityquestion-deactivated2012]

“…I’m guessing your father never taught you manners?”

[yourmovebeloved-blog]

Mr. Sage, my father taught me a great many things. Including how over a hundred different ways to kill a man with a pen. I have manners, however, I am not using them tonight because it has been an inordinately difficult evening and I am not of the mind.

[hubcityquestion-deactivated2012]

He nodded to her turning his back to her to examine the wall of cameras or hidden microphones “Rough night? Guessing it involves feelings and love correct?”

[yourmovebeloved-blog]

He wasn't getting anything out of her, she wasn't stupid. "Goodnight, Mr. Sage." 

[yourmovebeloved-blog]

titansinmycrosshairs replied to your post: [text] Something’s wrong. What is it?

His brow furrowed as he read the message that was displayed on his screen. This was certainly unlike her. “Deathstroke to the rescue.” He muttered to himself. [text] Not entirely true.

She chuckled to herself, one hand rising, using the backs of her knuckles to wipe her tears away. 

[text] Oh, and you, my apologies. Three people.

[titansinmycrosshairs]

Now he was curious. There wasn’t very much in the world that could shake up an al Ghul. 

[text] Any origin of this sudden alone feeling?

[yourmovebeloved-blog]

[text] Everyone came to that stupid Gordon girl’s defense, even Bruce. And then he told me I was a bad cook and that I was controlling. 

[titansinmycrosshairs]

[text] Controlling? You run a company, you’re supposed to have some degree of controlling tendencies. Bad cook? Now they’re just splitting hairs. Sounds like you got caught in that family’s mentality of “we watch out for our own” even if they don’t need it.

[yourmovebeloved-blog]

She pulled her phone from her back pocket, reading the text. 

[text] Apparently I'm just always going to be the outsider. Fairly certain Bruce wants a divorce.

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yourmovebeloved replied to your post: THANK YOU FOR THE CUTE BUNNYY :DDDDDD

Just say thank you, you masked idiot.

”..Why would I thank someone for something I had nothing to do with?..”

[yourmovebeloved-blog]

Just say it and shut up.

[hubcityquestion-deactivated2012]

“…I’m guessing your father never taught you manners?”

[yourmovebeloved-blog]

Mr. Sage, my father taught me a great many things. Including how over a hundred different ways to kill a man with a pen. I have manners, however, I am not using them tonight because it has been an inordinately difficult evening and I am not of the mind.