[ In Jason’s mind, Talia was like the weather. She could be a gentle breeze, hinting at things to come, a dark storm, raising hell and taking down anything in her path, the dead heat of a summer that leaves you sweaty and useless, leaving her to take what she wants—but today, Talia was none of those things. Today, Talia was a cyclone, tearing up plans and leaving him in the wake. Talia had a child. The child was also his. He was a father.
Jason could almost hear his plans for Gotham ripping themselves apart. This was his mission now.
His precocious, incredibly shocking, mission. ]
--Here. I live here.
[ He says, a little dazed but quickly coming back to himself. The kid was 3, but Jason didn’t know any 3 year old that could talk this well—Talia’s influence, no doubt. She was a force of nature and expected perfection from any and every one. Even the 3 year old. Christ.
Jason scratches his head, trying to think of what to do next. This was not covered in bat training or in deadly assassin training. He’s a little at a loss. ]
no subject
Jason could almost hear his plans for Gotham ripping themselves apart. This was his mission now.
His precocious, incredibly shocking, mission. ]
--Here. I live here.
[ He says, a little dazed but quickly coming back to himself. The kid was 3, but Jason didn’t know any 3 year old that could talk this well—Talia’s influence, no doubt. She was a force of nature and expected perfection from any and every one. Even the 3 year old. Christ.
Jason scratches his head, trying to think of what to do next. This was not covered in bat training or in deadly assassin training. He’s a little at a loss. ]
…You hungry? Or tired or— anything?