DC: Talia & Ra's
[Coordinates received, Talia gave the set to her driver and settled back in the backseat for the drive to the Courtyards. It was flashier than she might have expected from him, but things were not always as she expected, she was learning.
Upon checking in with the concierge, she was given an envelope with both a key and an ID pass. Secure, or at least as any location could be. A nod of thanks to the concierge before she took the elevator to the penthouse, using the key and ID to let herself in, stepping into the penthouse less than half an hour after the coordinates were initially received. She adjusted her purse to her other shoulder, dressed casually in a sharp black dress and black heels, a sedate look for the wealthy young philanthropist she acted as here in Gotham.]
Father? [It felt strange to say the words, given that she had thought him dead, but her place as his daughter was still known.]