The meeting had somehow gone well. Hal would never be able to claim victory, but neither of them were leaving with bloodied knuckles and that was a good start for them. Satisfied, he drew his hand back and crossed his arms over his chest, doing his best to look as imposing as Bruce with the cowl on.
"Talia?" he asked. Hal was not up-to-date on the murderous masterminds that plagued his friends it seemed. Ra's al Ghul was maniacal enough for him to know about, but some of the others were just too far out in Hal's spectrum of bad guys. Or girls in this case. "Just how many ninjas are after her?"