Who: Talia, open What:: Not as dead as previously believed Where:: Hyderabad, India Status:: Open/Incomplete.
Talia stood at the window of her highrise loft and watched the sparkling city below her. It was almost easy to stay focused on the lights and not look where the darkness squatted, the ugly parts of civilization. She was born to the darkness and felt like a foreigner in these bright places. Maybe more so now.
After being revived, she took the mantel of the League back from her son. He was too young and didn't want the burden... Maybe ever. It was Ra's plans for Damien to lead and while he was everything the future leader could need, Talia offered the choice to not be what the conqueror had shaped him for. A chance she never had and isn't that what you are to do for your child? Give them what you never had?
After her resurrection, she faced the elders of the League and made it clear: she had loyally and diligently followed the call for revenge of her father. She had slaughtered an immortal and died for it and now she was not beholden to his footsteps. A large fraction of the elders disagreed, but the ones that still lived understood the wisdom of change. Now the plans of the League were shifting away from what Al'ghul had shaped them into something else. Not forgoing the charge to clear the world of corruption and greed, but handling it differently. They'd topple crooked men and powers, but they'd step in at the dark time that tempted souls to crime. A slow shift for their ways. She was going to do things her way. No one would question her place or power again.
She turned and sat on the pillows on the floor, picking her drink up and sipped.