Who: Talia and Cassandra What: Baby's Mama meets Baby's Daddy's adopted daughter. When: Wednesday Night Where: LA Streets status/rating: incomplete/PG-13
Talia never went out on routine patrols like some of the people she knew. For one, she split her life between various elaborate and exquisite caves in various desert and mountain areas, all manned by those who would fall upon their own swords before hurt her or let anything else do the same. Secondly, and most importantly, Talia was not a hero. She'd never considered herself to be one, nor had she wanted to, no matter how often Bruce Wayne tried to convince her to use her abilities for good. Patrolling just wasn't part of her life.
However she was a trained fighter, practically from birth, and she was good at what she did. There were women who could best her, but only three in her world and that was a point of pride. While Talia had no desire to 'patrol' the streets of Los Angeles –there were far too many unknowns and she was very comfortable avoiding vampires- she saw humans of the less reputable variety as appropriate punching backs on which to take out stress.
Her current servants were far from appropriate sparring partners so Talia went out in search of some who would likely not be as willing. They were particularly abundant, especially as the sun dropped further and further beyond the horizon. She headed purposely for an area where she knew she would find trouble and proceeded to turn over stones until she found some. They even had the challenge of needing to be disarmed first. Talia set to work and took it slowly; she liked to play with her food.