#AUGHHH DANGEROUS BRUCE WAYNE GIVE ITTTTT TO ME NOWWWWW

[bruciemilf]

Thinking hard about...League of Assassins. Damian sitting, whimpering, little arm crushed tight in Ra's hand. " What have I told you of mercy?"

" That...That it doesn't serve the strong." He's little; He's too little to be the Bat's son. The other one is tall and angry, made to make the world kneel. It was too bad he escaped.

" And are you not strong, Damian? Are you no boy of mine?"

" I'm...I'm mother's strong boy."

Ra's snarls, hand raised, and, --

And Talia, cursed, soft, ruined Talia, stops him. His broken legacy, letting herself be prey to attachments that don't even want her. Departing from his lessons, from his side.

Talia can be her own demon.

She glares, fierce, holding Damian to her chest. He's crying shamelessly in her neck and she doesn't even reprimand him. " How low you've fallen, daughter,"

" Not lower than you. Make the smart decision for once in your overdue life, and don't challenge me. I don't know loss. I don't care how you hurt me. You never knew anything else. Do not touch our habibi, "

"Our? Don't make me laugh. He hasn't claimed either of you. If it bears my name, it is mine. Damian Al Gh--"

" Wayne,'' she smirks, " his name is Wayne. And I promise you won't like the consequences if you choose to hurt what's mine and my beloveds. Let this not happen again."

"Or what, Talia? You'll call Batman?"

His voice is mocking, but the green in Talia's eyes is dull and serious, " No. I'll call Bruce."

The Pit can fix death; It cannot fix fear.