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blughxreader · 1 year

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Platonic Yandere! Talia al Ghul & Damian Wayne x gn!Reader

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Summary: Talia al Ghul is curious about the person who makes her son so at-ease. [Established platonic yandere relationship with Batfam]

TW: None. <3 Meet-cute with Talia (ie terrifying)

WC: 1,300

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The Wayne Manor was a beautiful prison. No one gets in or out, in theory.

You notice the breaks in the tight security as the house members come and go. Last week it took Alfred 20 minutes to repair the lock that Jason broke. And yesterday, over the phone, you heard Tim tell one of his friends to swing by to pick up their stuff.

The Manor is formidable, but not impervious.

It had been over a year since you were kidnapped. You tell yourself you're biding your time until you escape, but you've slowly stopped believing yourself.

Life is... okay. You missed your family, but all things considered, this isn't the worse situation.

You were safe, and that's all that mattered, right?

You breathed heavily beneath Damian's weight. He was snoring without shame and complete deadweight on your chest, limbs splayed across you and the couch.

It was a calm night. Not a sound in the manor, yet your body was paralyzed in terror.

A woman sat in the corner of the room, almost entirely enveloped by darkness. One leg was propped up on the other while her shiny, black shoe caught the window's light as it swung back and forth.

Her green eyes cut through the dark like arrows, the intensity burrowing deep beneath your skin.

How long has she been watching you?

You were clutching the blanket so tightly your hands shook. You prayed Damian would notice your tenseness or the woman's stare, but he kept snoring.

What the hell should you do? You've never seen this woman in your life, and there's no feasible reason why she was here. She looked like she might be another vigilante judging by her age and stealth, but Bruce refuses to let you have any contact with hero-work.

No, you can't fool yourself. The Batfam has never let you interact with a guest before, so the only explanation is that she's an intruder.

You studied her more closely, ice-cold sweat pricking the back of your neck, when you noticed the shade of her eyes. They were nearly florescent green, so sharp that she looked extraterrestrial.

You've seen the same intensity and color in Damian's eyes.

Damian shifted in his sleep, pulling the blanket closer to his body. He nuzzled his face deeper into your shoulder before his soft snores continued.

The woman's gaze drifted down to Damian, expression becoming pensive as she took him in. It made your heart clench in fear.

Was she going to kill him first? He might be a trained assassin, but he was still 13!

Your arms were resting over his back, fingers trembling. You could shake him awake, but would that do any good? You gripped Damian tighter, your throat constricting as a thousand outcomes flashed in your mind.

The woman's gaze flitted back up to your face. She squinted her eyes and tilted her head, gloved fingers thrumming her thigh.

Bruce's name was on the tip of your tongue. The woman would probably silence you before the first syllable ended, but a small, young part of you longed for someone older and stronger to help. Your eyes darted to the nearest door, wondering how far your voice would carry down the hall.

The woman uncrossed her legs and stood. There was no sound when she moved, as if she were levitating and only imitating the motions of walking. Your extremities grew colder the closer she got.

When she was several feet away, she stopped. Arms folded and adjusting her weight on one leg, she peered down at Damian with a raised eyebrow.

"Damian, son of the Demon and the Bat," she drawled, voice low. Damian stirred, face pinching. "Where is your training?"

Damian's eyes snapped open, and he shot up with unmatched speed. He was slack-jawed and bleary-eyed, gaping at the woman with unconcealed surprise.

"Mom?!" he gasped.

Talia's expression was a blend of unimpressed and amused. She didn't move as Damian flung the covers off and got to his feet, putting himself between you two.

"I..." Damian wiped the dried spit off his face, face heating up. "Forgive me. I didn't realize what day it was."

Talia frowned, looking over his shoulder at you. You wanted to die from fright. Not even the stack of blankets over you made her gaze any less searing.

"You didn't realize much of anything, did you, Dearest?" Talia scoffed. "I've never seen you sleep so soundly."

Damian grimaced. "It won't happen again."

Talia's posture loosened, her expression softening at his warm cheeks. She extended a hand and brushed his messy hair back, fingers caressing his face.

"No," she said quietly. "It was nice seeing you look your age."

Damian pursed his lips, eyes widening before he dove into his mom's arms. Talia wrapped herself around her son, bending down to rest her cheek on his head. They hugged in silence, lost in their own world.

You felt wrong for watching. The breath you were holding made your chest shutter, yet you kept on for as long as you could. Any slight attention your way might bring on their wrath, so you sat like a statue.

Soon, Talia let go and Damian stepped back.

When their eyes turned to you once more, you realized that maybe you should have taken that chance to call Bruce.

Talia placed a hand on Damian's shoulder, head tilting back as she regarded you. "Is this why?"

Damian looked up at the ceiling, too embarrassed to make eye contact with you. He mumbled a yes. "This is (Y/N). Father took them in a year ago."

"Hello..." you managed, sounding as puny as you felt.

Talia leaned down to Damian and said, "A civilian, then?"

Damian nodded sharply, emotion unreadable. They hummed in sync, examining you with the same glint in their eyes.

Watching them would be very eye-opening if you weren't so scared. All the missing pieces in Damian's character clicked into place. His actions echoed the teachings of another mentor, someone outside of the Batfamily, and Talia slid perfectly into place.

"I see," Talia sighed. "Then I'll need to call a driver."

Damian perked up. "We're celebrating this year? Where are we going?"

"We?" you asked meekly, pulling the blanket further up. And celebrating what?

They ignored your apprehension. Talia took out a phone and gestured for you to rise, before turning towards the window.

Damian's excitement made him rough. He placed a knee on the couch and pulled at your arms with only enough strength to jostle you. "Get moving before the others notice."

"Damian," you whisper-shouted. "This is a bad idea. I don't want to go anywhere that could get me in trouble."

"It's just Mom's birthday dinner," he said, waving an exasperated hand. "Father will figure it out."

You looked at Talia, who pressed an 'end call' button on her phone. She stood by the window with a hand on her hip, finally letting the moonlight illuminate her body. She was wearing a green evening dress, the color so rich it looked black, that clung to an expanse of muscles. Talia was sharp in a different way than Bruce or Dick. Lithe, illusive, poisonous.

Talia let her head roll to the side when she felt your stare, locking onto your gaze. She seemed to pick you apart and weigh each piece. Your mind screamed at you to divert your gaze, but your survival instincts told you she would attack the moment you weren't looking.

Your stare held firm, making a wry smile slide across her face.

Damian wrapped his arms around you as if it were a hug, then dragged you to your feet. You bit back a yelp, fruitlessly writing in his hold until you were on your feet. Damian kept his arms around you.

Talia extended a hand and beckoned you two forward.

"Ready, Darlings?" she cooed, eyes squinting in amusement.

Damian squeezed you tighter, his jittery excitement pouring off him in waves. "Yes, Mom."

You tightened your arms around your chest and let yourself be pulled forward.

Notes: Talia is both fun and boring to write for because she takes zero shit. Like, "What's your name? Lovely. You're coming home with me *knocks you unconscious and kills all witnesses*" This was mostly an indulgent fic between Damian and Talia. I love that she's evil but also loves her vigilante batchildren <3

#yandere batfam #platonic yandere batfam #yandere x reader #yandere damian wayne #batfam x reader #yandere talia al ghul #talia al ghul x reader #damian wayne x reader

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c-nstantine · 7 days

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kill bill by sza...

but from Talia's perspective...

and its about Bruce and Y/N...

thoughts??????

#x black!reader #black!reader #x black reader #black reader #bruce wayne #bruce wayne x black!reader #bruce wayne x reader #black!batmom #bruce wayne x black batmom #bruce x reader #bruce wayne imagines #talia al ghul x black reader #talia al ghul x reader #talia al ghul

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f4riedimples · 23 days

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ice-cream-writes-stuff · 1 year

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It's Not Over, Is It?

{Where a silly game of blooming romance, becomes tangled in a spiders web of jealously and rivalery.}

Cast: (Y/N) (L/N), Bruce Wayne, Talia Al Ghul [Rule 63], Catwoman [Rule 63].

Au Synopsis:

(Y/N), having been chosen as Bruce Wayne's manager/secretary for his "playboy act". Controlling over the media and press that had anything to do with Bruce Wayne or Batman.

(Y/N) is in love with Bruce and is a mother figure to Dick. But Bruce has never once tried to express his love for the reader. Afraid to ruin the little peace and normality he had in his life with you, Dick and Alfred.

So, he finds "comfort", in other's embraces unknowingly.

(Y/N) knows everything about Bruce, to his coffee, to the names that he slept with or fancied when in his "playboy persona".

Has helped create every file and notes or each vilian or other in his rouge gallery.

Talia Al Ghul, the son of the Demon Head: Ra's Al Ghul.

Knows of the little game of "hopeless lovers" when he sees a pair. Instead of waiting for the other to fall, he instead makes his move. Finding (Y/N) under the guise of friendship and a random civilian that happened be at the right place and right time.

Yet. He toys with the Detective, that he and his father had found quite intriguing.

Though he is not seen as a worthy enough successor in his father's eyes. He doesn't mind, finding Batman much more of a worthy advisory and leader.

Ra's sees you as the perfect bride for his son. Along with carrier for the perfect successor.

Catwoman: Selina Kyle

Selina adores poking fun at the Bat when knowing somewhere you could be listening. Often stealing Batmans communicator to converse with you.

He too plays the civilian card with you, wanting to charm you with his real self instead of the sleek cat burglar he dressed as.

He found you gorgeous, more precious than any jewelry he could've stole.

But you know his true intentions (?) and identity.

So often leading him astray with words of formality and obliviousnsss.

"You know, I think it's weird.." The young Grayson started, watching you clean up Bruce's wounds carefully as he stares at you. Doing his best not to flinch or show any signs of pain. Failing terribly, but you didn't seem focused on it. More wrapped up with placing bandages over his ribs.

"What is odd to you, young master Richard?" Alfred questions the little Robin.

Dick looks away from the two, giving Alfred a stern look.

"Mom's been busy as of late..." The sidekick kicks his legs back and fourth on the small chair.

"In what way?" Alfred rose a eyebrow.

"I've noticed she's been getting flowers or little notes. I think, she thinks, there from Bruce." Dick sighs, "but I know there not. But also, I saw this guy follow me and her to the nice bakery she takes me too when I get a good grade on my tests."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, the desserts are good. But not as good as your's Alfred."

"Why thank you, Master Dick." Alfred smiled at the young lad. "But I must say, a strange fellow following the two of you around sounds concerning."

"Don't worry, I kept glaring at him and told mom about it. So we left in a hurry. I made sure they didn't track us!" Dick said pridefully.

[Just a small idea I had at 3am, hope you like it!]

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maj-3k · 1 year

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***Y.N (beeing Ras's child so also Talia's sibling and Damian's uncle/aunt/...)***

Y.N (to Damian): Damian, you can't attack Tim. You have to get used to the fact that he is your brother now.

*also Y.N when Damian is not around*

Y.N (with a katana near Talia's neck and murder in the eyes): I told you I'm going to win bitch!

Ras (sipping tea):Y.N I remind you that it was supposed to be sparring, not a fight to the death

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batmanrogues-scenarios · 10 months

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Any rogues react on their S/O, upon seeing someone trying to flirt with them, take said rogues and walk away with them, saying something like "I'm way too petty to share you with someone else"?

Aww, love jealous trope.

Too Pretty To Share

Black Mask

He just smirked when lady flirted with him, he knows he's a hot shot.

Was confused when S/O takes him away but when they say why he just laughs.

He agrees 100%. He grabs their hips and kisses their neck. Nothing to worry about, his eyes are the best prize.

Riddler

Once someone flirts with him he puffs like a peacock.

That is until S/O just drags him away. Hey-! What's happening.

Once he realizes they're jealous he has shit eating grin.

"I hate to admit it but you're right. I need to be with the prettiest one."

Mr Freeze

Confused by it, he doesn't really register it as flirting. Just thinks they're really friendly.

Asks if everything is alright, worried if something happened.

In this version S/O says they're too pretty to share him with anyone but Nora and Victor is confused.

They don't have to worry, he's not interested in anyone else.

BTAS Talia Al Ghul

She's used to people being interested in her, she even takes pride in it.

Asks if there's something S/O needs and hearing explanation she just laughs.

Oh her sweet habib albi, she would never choose another over them.

Just showers them in affection to prove it.

#pati writes #black mask x reader #roman sionis x reader #riddler x reader #edward nygma x reader #mr freeze x reader #victor fries x reader #talia al ghul x reader #btas talia al ghul

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smartycvnt · 4 months

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Heavy in Your Arms

Title: Heavy in Your Arms

Pairing: Talia al Ghul x Reader

Prompt: "I am never at peace more than in your arms."

Word Count: 728

"Come back inside, it's freezing." Ash had barely been out on the balcony for a few seconds and was already shivering. Gotham winters were always cold, but now they were approaching the worst of it. Ash wasn't sure that she could remember a winter this cold in years. Talia claimed that it wasn't that bad, but Ash knew better than to believe her.

"I am fine. Go back inside, I'll be right behind you," Talia said. Ash didn't believe her. There was something different about Talia's tone. It was far more formal with her than it usually was. Ash knew that Talia had come from a meeting with Bruce earlier in the day, so maybe it was from that.

"Please hurry, the bed is far too cold without you to be comfortable," Ash said meekly. Talia finally turned around as Ash started to go back inside. Ash had made it halfway down the hallway towards their bedroom before Talia came back in.

"Do not give me that look." Talia pointed at Ash. It was meant to be a warning, but Ash had never taken Talia all that seriously. She would do what she wanted, and that defiance was part of why Talia had been drawn to her. Ash fought like someone who had grown up with the same discipline and structure that Talia had, and yet, Ash acted completely different.

"There's something going on with you, I just know," Ash said. Talia sighed as she sat kneeled down at the edge of their bed. Technically, it was Ash's, but Talia had been staying there almost exclusively for the past six months. The apartment was a little small and in a dangerous neighborhood, but with Ash there, it felt more like home than anywhere else.

"Worry doesn't look good on you. Where is my free bird?" Talia asked. She was dodging, and Ash knew it, but Ash also knew how easily the information would come later. There was a process to extracting that sort of thing from Talia, one that Ash had practically mastered some time ago. They hadn't been seeing each other for long, but Ash had her ways of getting information out of everybody.

"I'm right here, where I always am. Where are you?" Ash grabbed onto Talia's hand and placed it over her chest. Talia closed her eyes and focused on the feeling of Ash's heart beating in her chest. It was a steady rhythm, always reliable whenever Talia needed something to ground her. Ash never really seemed to be scared of anything, not even Talia. She made Talia feel like a normal person, something that nobody else had ever managed.

"Can we lay down together? I'd like for you to hold me," Talia said. Ash nodded as she scooted back to make room for Talia on the bed. It wasn't like Talia to ask for these things, not without prior libations. Ash liked the idea of Talia becoming so comfortable in their relationship that she allowed herself to become vulnerable. Well, as vulnerable as an al Ghul could get. Ash knew that there were limits to that sort of thing. "If I say something, do you promise not to run or laugh?"

"I wouldn't dream of doing either of things to you, ever." Ash spoke with a seriousness that Talia didn't think that she had ever heard from the woman before. All of the lightheartedness had been sucked from Ash's being in that moment, and despite the severity of Ash's tone, Talia felt at peace because of it.

"I am never more at peace than in your arms," Talia confessed. Ash gave Talia a moment to further collect her thoughts before realizing from the prolonged silence that Talia was finished. It was a big revelation, one that Talia hadn't planned on ever making. Ash had an inkling that Talia felt that way, but it meant something completely different to know it for certain.

"You're my safe place too," Ash said quietly. It was barely more than a whisper, spoken quietly enough that only Talia would ever be able to hear it. Ash didn't know how long Gotham would let them be together, but she was more than happy to spend every second she had left with Talia by her side. Maybe, just maybe, they'd be fortunate to make it out on the other side together.

#one shot #my writing #talia al ghul #talia al ghul x reader #dc x reader #dc comics x reader #dceu x reader #dc #dc comics #dceu #batman x reader #batman

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gulnarsultan · 1 year

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How about batsis reader who is damians twin. They were always second best to Damian and we're always underestimated and ignored by the league, ra's and Talia but it went unnoticed by Damian . Batsis seems to have grown a mother daughter relationship with Selina and spends most of her time with her than damian so Damian thinks batsis is trying to replace their mother and is being ungrateful of their mother so then batsis explains how she was never good enough for him or Talia or ra's

The reader receives the attention, love and sympathy that he has never seen in his life from the batfamily. He establishes a very excellent family bond with each member. Damian is bothered by this. The last straw is Selina and her sister's mother-daughter relationship. Selina and the reader soon connect with each other in a way that everyone will notice. Damian confronts the reader about it in front of the family. The reader says everything he has accumulated over the years. Honestly, batfamily gets very upset when the reader finds out about what they've been through. I think Damian will feel guilty for not doing anything for the reader. Damian asks the reader for another chance. What happens next is up to the reader. Maybe Talia and Ra's hear about what happened and ask for a chance to start fresh with the reader. Even his grandfather and mother develop yandere tendencies for the reader. Most likely Damian will be yandere for his sister.

#ra's al ghul xreader #talia al ghul x reader #damian wayne x batsis #damian wayne x reader #batsis reader #batsis!reader #dc x reader

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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DC Characters Flirting with You

Pairing: Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Conner Kent, Talia al Ghul, Oliver Queen x Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, lots of teasing, kissing, public display of affection, cuddling

A/N: I feel like I don't write enough of DC content. There can always be more.

BRUCE

Bruce isn't subtle be it in public or when its just the two of you. He already knows that people are watching his every move so why hold back? He wants to be affectionate towards you. It's a little more playful in public though with him smiling against your ear and nibbling on it to make you yelp. In private it's all soft, hot kisses, not just on your lips either but on all of your weak spots too.

JASON

Jason is extremely flirty, the man will tease you any chance he gets. In public, in private, in the middle of a mission he is always ready with a flirty line to throw your way. His favorite way of teasing you is by sneaking up on you, testing both your skills in the process, and whispering all the filthy things that are on his mind about you. Every single one. The one that gets the most reaction out of you is the one he will be bringing to life later tonight.

DICK

Dick has a lot of very bad, but funny, pick up lines that he will randomly say or text to you whenever he wants to make you smile. Seriously there's no end to these, not that you want him to stop no matter how cheesy they may be. He waits for a kiss like a little puppy when he sees how flustered he made you, leaning in for a kiss only to have you playfully push him away because that last pick up line was so bad. He gets his kiss eventually.

CONNER

Conner isn't that big of a flirt honestly. He's more of a soft touches kind of guy, with him touching you almost always. He's quite touch and attention starved a lot of the time so it's adorable to see him pout when he gets really needy. He'll walk up to you, carefully move the other stuff out of the way and take a seat or lay down next to you, with his arms pulling you against his chest. There, that's much better.

TALIA

Just try to stop Talia from flirting with and praising you, it's a battle you lost before it even began. Praise, innuendos, kisses, looks that could bring you to your knees, gentle touches just for you are all part of her flirting strategy. There's no bad time for it, if she wants to kiss you in the middle of a fight then she will do so. However most kisses are saved for when you're alone, unbothered, where she can tell you anything and everything and make you into a mess.

OLIVER

Oliver is very notorious for his flirting and flings. His relationships are fleeting a lot of the time but with you he's stuck with for a long while now. It doesn't matter how many times he's pulled you into a kiss in front of a crowd, with your picture ending up on the front page, or to ward off any people who wanna take your place. He wants the world to know that he's serious about you and he will spare no expense to do so, even resorting to very grand and public gestures like having a whole flower shop worth of flowers delivered right to you, with him holding a bouquet.

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dilfwaynes · 1 year

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i. estranging from wayne | t. al ghul

summary: talia never had a problem with snatching resources and other factors before from her ex, granted he always took reoccupy of anything purloin; but with you talia isn’t too willing on returning you to the gotham knight.

⚢ pairings; talia al ghul x fem!reader, bruce wayne x fem!reader

✎ word count ; 3.3k

✗ warnings; dom!talia al ghul x sub!fem!reader, future smut with plot, talia being a little mean in the beginning and bruce being a shit head.

NOT PROOFREAD !!!

brandish enflames your skin, the embarrassment and anger quite literally flooding through like water under floorboards and tearing apart anything other than a rehash of an emotional saga of ire, shame, and resentment, for him and yourself. allowing him to treat you like an old trinket that’s tossed in a sheet and hiked up a shelf to remember for when it has a purpose, as well as forgetting about you like a generation passed down antique around the manor.

resentment for empty promises and his runs to cartier and tiffany’s for gifted diamonds to try and fill up his shallow promises somehow. resentment for succeeding in making things up for you, and then rotating to the root once again, and making you lose respect for yourself for your stupidity and naiveness. resentment for his usual family’s broad control of their facial expressions now sudden gained vociferous without them catching on when they also come to the realization bruce has stood you up for her again

selina was sculptured with a blade of aphrodite’s hand, her skilled cheekbones and cat-like eyes to her full lips and thighs and her long legs to match her height, it wasn’t hard to understand why your boyfriend is in love with her —you, yourself very well could see yourself in the same situation, replaced with you on selina’s arm instead—he and her will always have a connection, a bond that you two didn’t, couldn’t ever have. you accepted that a long time ago, but you thought it’ll remain as just a “what if” and remembrances. even though that wasn’t ideal you knew bruce would never get fully over her and belong to you wholeheartedly, you thought maybe at least you could have half of him. they had an understanding with each other that few shared with a man like bruce, an orphan underground that he and selina shared, while you and he quite didn’t, more of a middle ground with uneven sides to put it more accurately.

selina is also his ex who he never fell out of love with.

so it was more than longing and tension, more than wanting. there’s history, already the known, and longing for the once before and having something standing in the doorway of getting it, and honestly you even doubt you were the pillar to that door, which is probably the most pathetic part of it. you don’t even matter enough to be a problem or thought wedged in.

shreds prick the pad of your finger while you aimlessly flick the old wooden table with your head propped up in your hand, you can’t bear the confidence to make eye contact with alfred or luke and kate in the kitchen with you, barely giving a dry thank you when alfred collects your untouched plate of dinner.

red hot embarrassment flushes when luke gives an apologetic look and kate continues the exchange with whispering with a bullhorn of not understanding why you stay with her cousin. you swallow thickly with tears threatening to start with swelling of a burning sting behind your lids, viewing yourself as a complete idiot, actually waiting for him again, swiping your bag and hastily leaping out to the hallways, deluding the hot tears with your thumb as you try to rush from the fallen self-dignity that you lost in this manner.

embarrassingly so you can count on your fingers over how many times you’ve cried in the wayne manor hallways because of this very same situation you keep repeating yourself in.

‘stupid, stupid, stupid’. you scream at yourself mentally for placing yourself to constantly be humiliated, and for knowing your future self will take bruce back with open arms, and more than likely legs when he comes to your place with apologizes and kisses. tears completely blur your eyesight and train of thought when you finally end your rush to the door and step outside, and instantly colliding your body into someone, taller than you enough so that for a second you thought it was dick but you’re quickly confirmed wrong when you lift up to roiled jaded eyes.

overwhelmed with emotions before and confusion you’re obtusely glued to the floor, arms bent under your weight to support your gaze at the woman standing inches away, almost towering above you if she were to move closer, your mouth agape slightly, the action seemingly gets her eyes to slit the tint of the spleen in them more.

from the sleek of her cheekbones and bridge of her nose and green eyes and bronze radiance you already knew who she was without damian needing to confirm with it a calling of mother. your lips pull into a deeper pout as all your emotions fest larger than some minutes ago, great, now two of bruce’s aberrantly gorgeous exes are in gotham.

from her tighten expression she doesn’t need certification to know who you are either.

talia’s demeanor changes somewhat at the sound of damian’s voice, taking her annoyed eyes from your figure—still on the ground— and looking towards damian, muttering what you surmise is arabic. damian takes a peer at you and motions a look of being out of the loop, talia’s eyes latch onto you once more, annoyance clouds over now with unamused and a cocked brow of curiosity.

“damian is this how your father now regards his newest beloved?” she jeeringly quips and you can tell she doesn’t expect an answer, rather just wanted to throw a dagger into breaking the ice. your eyebrows deepen and you peck at your bottom lip, swallowing tightly at the jab. damain ignores his mother and reaches his hand to pull you up by your side, you know he recognizes your form of state and why your eyes are so glossy, acquainted already and that only further shames you.

heat elopes your skin more when you notice that you stayed grasped to the ground for this entire interaction, and quite literally giving talia the ultimate power play with falling onto your ass and staying there. you shrug subconsciously, not the worse or most embarrassing thing that has happened, just another add to the list, and realistically talia has the power play with simply existing.

“the typical?” damian asks, eyebrow raised exactly like his mother that it has you blinking your eyes a second, flicking to talia and latching onto an brief few seconds of intense eye contact. chewing on your bottom lip, brushing off whatever dirt attached onto your legs and skirt, bashfully avoiding the question and urging to make the outcome of tonight not so pitiful and low esteem, especially in front of talia, who’s rather dour parched to the side.

you wonder if she meaningfully meant to strike herself out to be so gorgeous tonight in her fitted washed jeans, the allure of the contrast of her white long polo sleeve against her skintone, or did it just come naturally to her like how all these runway models sort like to claim for themselves?

she seizes your longing eye and holds it again, her stare is complexion with boring into you, yet also uninterested in you at the same time. for you, her presence racks your body with insecurity, and something else you can’t tell right this second.

before even being given the chance to choose to ignore or reply to damian’s question hidden behind a clear statement, he’s gone from the sudden beep of whatever bat device, signaling he’s needed and passing on good nights to you and his mother. you shyly fully turn your attention to talia, anxiously pushing hair behind your ear while trying not to be a complete embarrassing idiot.” sorry for running into you, i should’ve paid more attention,” you quietly apologize, fastening out the words to ease out a fast escape from the situation.

talia was gorgeous in such a way you had never seen, coasted with sultry that edged with freeze rather than hot, structure that defined her bones in an angular perfection, her eyes honed and intimidating

the slit in her eyes struck dubiously, aghast some in the behavior towards your apology to her, she didn’t expect you so demure in such a timid way, bruce’s exes after her have been all rather… prim or at least along those lines.

“or if i hurt you by mistake, i didn’t mean to.” you ramble suddenly at her lack of reply and subdue stare, you sincerely hope you didn’t hurt her in your dull-witted rush, god you truly hated bruce at this moment as guilt claws at your stomach. what if you did clash into talia too hard and now she thinks you’re some bitter girlfriend and meant to run into her and you’re smug about it?

talia’s eyebrows farrow up just a smudge, holding down a bubble of laughter at your words, amusement overthrows any other micro responses at the genuine concern of yours thinking you could harm her. though she can’t pinpoint out if her amusement is set to leaning in offense or just plain amusement, you are as genuine as someone talia has ever met, your movements also show no falseness of putting up a show of timorous, you were truly a shy thing, a nervous habit of jutting your bottom lip between your teeth, pouting and giving doe eyes unconsciously.

you had to be very young with your mannerisms, talia wasn’t quite sure how young tho, but you were far too good and innocent for bruce, talia knows that for sure.

“no harm was inflicted.” her voice is lighter than she had expected and she can tell you thought the same, it was clear of any frostbite but also a dead end to it. you nod awkwardly, getting the hint of the lack of words and edge in her tone, she didn’t want to continue speaking to you. figuring a goodnight was pushing it, you decide to skim past her and the door to walk out to the cold air, and once again mentally scream when you realize you didn’t drive to the manor but tailed down a cab

that was hours ago when the sun only set to twilight and now it’s well over eleven, in this hour cabs tend to be freaky with drivers and more sketch, then again what choice do you have? you can only allow yourself so much self-shame, there has to be a limit, and going to ask for a ride back in the manor is well over dirt in that crossing.

ignoring the stinging crisp nipping at your skin, you pull out your phone and dial a texi service once researching for the most legitimate and less socially rejected one, somewhere along forgetting about talia’s coexistence with her also taking way out, seeming to not sense her adamant gaze on you.

you were very different than bruce’s usual type, thoughts of so swirled buoyant in talia’s head as she took keen in you, somewhere in the middle of diminutive; naïve and careless of your surrounds and hearing, giving you the benefit somewhat as her movements were trained as a deadly assassin, but also ticking that you were just as oblivious in other occasions too. you were timid and polite, shy.

curiosity and doubt burned her thoughts if you were that what you’re showing and not a trickery, damian seemed to care for you to bend down and help you recover from a clumsy fall, as well to ask about your well being in a tension knowledge he already knew information about. the mere idea of you playing some game and damian getting hurt cause of it has her stomach clutching, alongside her teeth.

“is your driver absent?” your attention disengages from the bright lighting between your eyes, fasting to the called-out voice and talia, your surprise must’ve shown on your face with the amused tug of her lip and brow. swallowing, you lamely nod, no cabs were answering or willing to come to the outskirts of gotham at this hour, even with the wayne name being under the address. talia merely tsk’s, her eyes steep and contacting with yours as you shrink under her stare.

her amusement quickly fades and a rush of panic engages in you at her loose response and lack of words, until you realize that she wants a verbal reply back.” yeah, i can’t get a cab for some reason.” you laugh awkwardly, dumbly showing a display of your words by waving your phone, cringing at yourself immediately.

your guess was right about her wanting verbalizing when her eyes light up the dull fringes of umbrage from your lack of voice before, noting yourself to keep in mind whenever— or if ever— you’re in the presence of talia again.

“the butler’s available, perhaps he can assist your aid,” talia suggests lowly, a new delicate placed behind her words. the idea has you drowning in displeasure at the thought of marching back into the manner and asking for a ride back to your house after your boyfriend bailed on you to help his ex. you shake your head softly instinctively with strays of hair brushing against your skin, a sight of talia’s expression quickly reminds you of her surmised preferences of words.

“It's fine, i rather just wait for a cab,” you reassure, pointed more towards yourself than talia, gripping the coat closer to your forested-over skin while glancing back at your phone to see if you received any notifications back. talia’s hum reached your hearing lowly and firing a spark of your interest and costing a peer at her; dry runs over your throat with torrid at connecting with talia’s pierced stare now more inflamed than some minutes ago with smoothed from any hardness, vehemence enhancing the effect of moonlight casting a white bright flare to her hair, jaw, and collarbone.

granted your answer was far from needing to be calculated, the response unknowingly pleased talia and meeting her without any difficulty, you quite didn’t think much about the earlier counter, or realized talia would put thought into the ordeal, and your apparent for making your situation was bold, though talia wasn’t quite sure if bruce kicked you to the side for batman duties regarding gotham, or a catwoman, she eclipses the other factors and leaning on the latter of the problems.

“perhaps i can escort you,” talia propounds while choosing to ignore the fast twitch of your brow and widen eyes, misdoubt swirls of her suspicion some minutes before, considering that you might actually just be bruce’s little bovine, docile and meek lamb. although even if you were, she’s still rather curious about your relationship with damian as he never mentioned you, yet seemingly cared enough to pull you up.

“i assume you reside in gotham city also?” she easily hunches out and walks towards the stretch where her black mercedes stills a few inches sideways from you and the driver’s seat merely far away, poised movements to her plodding reach inside her car. a glimpse once again has your throat clamping and burning, the moon glowering the defines shadows of talia’s jawline, lips and eyes and for the hundredth time your attentiveness falls into talia’s intense gaze; eyes scrutinizing through the rear view mirror to see your choice of her offering.

the frosted wrath of gotham this month of the year ultimately decide your decision when you feel your thighs chalking together to create warmth from the cold, you press for a moment, before hesitantly opening the door and slowly sliding into the passage seat. talia stares at you for a long moment, jades a waiting hue that leaves you confused and slightly uncomfortable in your seat until you blink with the realization she’s waiting for you to tell her your address; it seems like you can’t get enough of embarrassing yourself to talia tonight. you hurry and give her your address between an awkward forced laugh and large blushing spread across your cheeks, talia converts her gaze quickly ahead and roars engine to life.

“are you cold?” talia suddenly asks, voice flat with the question usually benevolent and concern, at least whenever jason or barbara has asked, even bruce. you still for a few seconds, nodding timidly before realizing your mistake again. talia’s lips tug upwards as she watches you catch yourself from your nonverbal habit of answering questions, the removal of the said habit from you picking up her dislike for it does rumble satisfaction in her.

”yeah, staying outside for a few minutes made me freezing.”

‘so obedient.’ talia thinks fetchingly and turning up the contrast of the heat, taking a brisk peek at you, vast curiosity about you swirling in different directions now other than the original reason.

“you and my son are well acquainted?” talia asks in a manner that’s very well stating it, rather than asking it, your head glides towards talia’s question from the heated thoughts angered at your suppose gotham knight. your frown turns confused, is talia annoyed or mad if you had a connection with damian? could she be thinking you’re trying to replace her as damian’s mom?

“uh, i guess. he’s a really good kid.” you reply back and avoid her fast glance at you, you simply can’t handle making eye contact being so close to her, sitting by her is already nerve racking and has you regretting not sliding into the backseat originally; her perfume hazing your sensesso strong that you have a feeling sitting in the back also wouldn’t have helped.

maybe you’re slightly attracted to your boyfriend’s son’s mother aka his ex - god what is wrong with you?

“damian’s prodigious, stupendous is his birthright,” talia waves her hand dismissively after claiming her sentence, as if what she just said is the casual run of the mill. you furrow your eyebrows but remain quiet.”what are your problems regarding the knight?” talia bluntly asks with no quiver of second guessing to ask her question, though you doubt talia’s the type of woman to ever second guess herself.

“it’s crowded when there’s three people in a relationship,” you respond without a beat to her question, with her question being so honest and straight to the point you figure she deserved an answer in the same regard. talia arches her brow amusingly after you confirm what she knew.”i’ll imagine so.” she draws, voice almost light and bemused.

for the first time being in her car you finally look at her and wonder why she bothered to ask you when her words mean are simply dry, maybe it’s normal when talking to an ex of your partners? or maybe you’re let down and was maybe hoping for some sight in advice.

“the doe eyes don’t shackle him to the bed as you hoped, i assume,” she teasingly jests in a dark tone after some large moments has passed, her words addles your already currently dull mind with trying to figure out what she meant. pulling your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to understand her but before so her gaze abruptly shifts to you, eyes boring yours until they linger downward to your lip trapped by your teeth - remaining her eyes onto you while shutting down the car”you’re home.”she announces and burning you up with hot embarrassment, no wonder why she’s staring at you! she wants you out.

“thank you for driving me to my place, i really appreciate it,” you express it meekly after getting out of the benz as elegantly you possibly can muster. after no response in the thirty-five seconds of waiting you begin gently closing the door after you.

”goodnight doe.”

ignoring the rush instant of sense of shock at first and leveling yourself slowly towards the door leading to your apartment, you can’t deny the also flooding giddy sensation at the nickname talia addressed you by, and how stupid that feeling makes you feel as you merely met talia two hours ago. a snapped zoom jolts and tells you that talia left the parking lot and some relief settles in from no longer in her tense presence - her perfume on your clothes make youpractically dizzy, as if her eyes didn’t have enough of that effect.

sighing you quickly unlock the lobby door with your card before some batman villain decides to come and kidnap you tonight. on the topic of batman while entering the elevator you think of the best possible to kill him, being honest with yourself? you think offering off the joker would kill bruce more than actually killing him.

maybe it’s not selina you’re fighting with for bruce but rather a psychotic gay clown.

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Hi I read your male Talia fics and I was wondering if you could write a part three in the story with more interactions between Talin , Damian and y/n. Also I have to say that I love your writing keep up with the amazing work you do

Love To Be With You

Male! Talia al Ghul X Wayne! Reader

Warnings:suggestive content, explicit language, and angst

Words:1403

Arthur's notes! This version of male! Talia is set before Morrison wrote her. Everything is completely consensual. No drugging whatsoever. Good male! Talia. Also I LOVE writing male! Talia if anyone is interested in more! Maybe a au were male! Talia and Y/N adopt Jason lol.

Also side-note to the anonymous request I'm so glad you love my writing thank you for the encouragement!

Talin returned to his empty house with a, emptier heart. He plans to make a romantic dinner for his future wife, however things get in the way.

Talin steps in his house in Gotham. He had just returned from his covert mission to ensure Slade was no where near them, luckily he never found him. Unluckily the former assassin, was beyond the point of exhaustion.

He let's a dreadful sigh of the emptiness of the room and the empty bed that awaits him. He craves Y/N's hands to come to his cheeks and her face leaning up to his lips to kiss him. He wants to hear about her day and listen to her beautiful voice.

Talin impatiently calls Y/N.

"Talin. I was just thinking about you.. I've missed you. How are you? How was your outing? Any threats??"

"it was dull, which I suppose is good. I have missed you Beloved. How is our son? How are you?" he asked

He always asked her about his son knowing he could trust her to tell him the truth. He also knows Damian well enough to know he would say he's fine when he's truly not..

"our son misses you and.. So do I... He has been working a lot with school and with the Titans. He's actually with the Titans now. He should be here later tonight. I'm doing better now that I hear your voice. Are you in Gotham already? How are you?"

"I just arrived to my empty house" Talin said slightly bitter

"I could tell Damian you're back and he could come see you when he is done with the team?" she offered, in a playful banter denying to offer for herself to come

"I hope I'm not being too forward.." Talin said in a playfully dramatic tone

"go ahead I won't be able to stop you anyway" she laughs causing Talin to chuckle

"would you like to come? Only if you want to! I wish not ruin your evening nor be a burden"

"no! No!! I mean no you're not burdening me or ruining anything. We're going to be married soon, remember?"

"I can hardly wait" he smiles

"me too. I love you Talin"

"and I love you habibi" he kindly said

Y/N hangs up feeling her cheeks redden with her whole body feeling arousal. Talin smiled to himself. She's coming.

He then panicked realizing it was near dinner and she would definitely like to eat. He ran and instantly looked in the fridge. He prepared her favorite dinner. After which he walks to his bedroom to dress himself....

Talin looks in the bathroom and cursed at how exhausted he looks. Y/N would definitely know he wasn't at his full self and she would likely want him to sleep. Though he wanted to be with her..

He sighed dressing himself in his comfortable black sweatpants. He didn't bother putting on his shirt. He was planning to take a very short nap and hopefully look less like he hasn't slept in 2 days.

Y/N looks in the store for Talin's favorite spiced chocolate. She knew her love was probably making them dinner right now.

Talin's eyes were closed for longer than he intended. Perhaps it was for the reason, he didn't want to wake up because he was dreaming of her.

She was kissing him as he loved her with all of his heart poured out. With his heart full of passion which poured into her. It changes to dread.. As then they were no longer in bliss but fighting as she wore her H/N uniform and he wore his uniform. Both were in sync as they were fighting off Slade's soldiers. Then.. He began to cry out as he heard gunfire.

Y/N knocked on the door to his safe-house. He didn't answer. She assumed he was busy doing something with dinner he couldn't step away from. So she let herself in shutting the door behind her.

Her heart warms smelling the delicious food awaiting for her. She steps to the kitchen putting his chocolate on the counter. She gasps seeing the table set. The candles were not yet to be lit, there was a bottle of wine and two plates made with lids on top. She lifts one lid seeing her favorite meal. She was completely flattered putting the lid back on.

"Talin?" she called out.. "Talin?!" she said louder

She made her way throughout the house unable to find him. She then goes to the one place she hasn't checked. His bedroom.

She finds Talin shivering in his throat muttering.. Her name. She realized then as tears seep through his eyelids.. He's having a nightmare.

Y/N quickly moved closer to him "Talin!.. Talin! I'm right here wake up Honey.. Wake up!"

Hearing her voice quickly awakens him. He opened his shaking eyes blinking repeatedly, as he tried to return to reality. She is here, she's alive, she's safe... She's OK. He takes a deep breath. She gently touched his arm. He sighed heavily drying his tears.

"forgive me I did not mean to cause you worry.. It only happens when I am lacking in sleep" he tried to shrug off his anxiety

She gently rubbed his arm "it's OK" she ensures him and then sweetly kisses him "how long?"

"at least over 48 hours, I suppose.. I must have lost track a few hours ago" he scoffed

"Talin! You are truly no better than my brother.. Try to fall back asleep my love" she pleads kissing his face

"no! I can't" he sits up taking her hands into his, own "not after you've come all this way. I want you to enjoy your dinner. Don't worry about me I've slept all I need.. I'm fine"

"you are lying to me Talin but I would like to enjoy the food you've prepared for me and I know you are too stubborn to let me do anything out of the sort.. But after that promise me you will sleep"

"I promise" he smiled softly

"and put on a, damn shirt it's freezing in here!" she demanded flustered as she shoves him

Talin smirked watching her cheeks reddening. He slowly puts on his shirt. She rolled her eyes as he softly laughs. The two held hands as they walked to the table to enjoy dinner with each other.

As they sat together enjoying their food. They enjoyed talking until they both finished. He holds her hand looking at her with a saddening smile. His nightmare still haunting his heart.

"are you ok?" she softly said

He smiled genuinely "better with you here with me.. I would very much love for you to stay"

"I would very much love to be with you"

Talin kisses her temple with his hands on her cheeks. He stands from his seat and takes her hands. She stands with him and kisses him. It gave him much comfort to know this moment was, real.

Talin woke with his anxiety melted and his heart warm. She was sleeping so peacefully, he couldn't bring himself to wake her up. He kisses her sweet lips and moved more of the blanket onto her. She stirs softly and grabbed his arm groaning.

"hold me.."

"ok" he chuckles

He moved closer to her holding her in his arms. After enjoying each other's comfort she departs to take a shower. Talin joined her, but did not stay the entire time as he planned to start breakfast

Talin gives her a kind hug before leaving. He dresses himself in his dark green sweatpants and departs for the kitchen. He began to cook mloukhieh a favorite of hers when she was pregnant with Damian.

He hears a security notification on his phone and looks

"shit"

"Baba I'm here!" Damian said letting himself in and shuts the door behind him

"dammit" he mumbled.. "hey Dami I'm in the kitchen!" he announced hoping Y/N was out of the shower and had heard them

As his son came into the kitchen he smells his father cooking mloukhieh.

"my favorite" he softly smiled

As father and son greet Y/N enters the room unaware of her son's presence. Talin quickly covered Damian's eyes before he could see his mom. She screamed out in embarrassment as she unfortunately was only wearing her robe and her brawl that was, definitely showing. She runs back into the bedroom

"sorry son!!" she shouted from the bedroom

"it's fine Mom" Damian scoffed lowering his Baba's hand

"want some mloukhieh?" he offered his son

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Red Carnation

Theme: Angst

Character: Talia Al Ghul

Word Count: 752

Red Carnation; Alas for my poor heart, My heart aches, Deep love

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Love was not something that could ever come easy to someone like Talia. She never expected it, nor did she ever want it. Or so you thought, at least.

That much was made evident in your thoughts when you started coughing up those bloody flower petals.

Your time with Talia goes from so blissful and joyful, to nothing but reminders to the suffocating feeling in your chest. The hazy lightness from the lack of oxygen that has you dizzy and almost tripping over yourself when you turn a little too quick.

A reminder of the blood and flowers you cough up whenever you are reminded of just how much she does not need nor want your love.

When Talia almost catches on one day, the humiliating thought that she could find out how you felt toward her is enough to make you go for the surgery. You'd hate to see her reaction if you ever dared to utter the words "i love you" from your own lips.

The night before your surgery, you take an almost leisurely stroll with Talia through those dark decrepit streets of Gotham. Strolling through alleys and around corners that conveniently keep you both out of the radar and sight of Batman, other villains, gangs, and the like.

On the outside you pretend to be unphased, but on the inside? You are happy you get to feel affection and love for her, just one last time. One last time before the surgery that will clear your lungs of the blood soaked flowers and your fuzzy, cotton-like feelings for her.

That night you spend with Talia brings you joy. It eases that thick, clogging feeling in your throat and lungs for just a little while. Eases the burning pain, and you only coughed up blood and flowers a handful of times. When she asks if your alright after one cruel fit of coughs that leaves the entirety of your palm stained a deep red, you force yourself to smile [with closed lips, to hide your blood-stained teeth] and nod.

For a moment she doesn't wish to believe you, but she does anyway.

And after your surgery, you feel lighter. You feel bad, for so easily making the choice to let go of those feelings you had. But you felt it was all for the best. After all, it was Talia Al Ghul you had loved so desperately. A woman who could do anything she wanted, had the power to do anything.

Perhaps that is why you are surprised when one day Talia blurts the words out to you. She's calm when she says them, almost reminding you of that son of hers she's got with the Bat, with how she calmly drops the information on you.

"I have always favored your company above anyone else's. Why wouldn't I, when I have liked you for quite some time?"

You'd faltered then, having been in the middle of carrying things to and from the little apartment you had. The plates you hold almost clatter to the floor, and Talia is the one who prevents them from doing so.

Her hands had quickly come up to rest underneath yours, preventing them from jolting back to drop the porcelain plates you held. The tips of her fingers brush against your hands when she does so, almost effortlessly taking them from your hands when you stall to place them on the counter behind her.

She calls your name, and you snap out of your trance. Because oh, how cruel fate could be. How cruel the mind could be.

A love that had been requited, ended before it could even dream to grow.

When you tell Talia that you do not feel the same, there is a look in her eyes that is just there for less than a second. Coming and passing before you can even try to read deeper into it.

Her lips press into a thin line as she stands straighter, letting her hands rest by her side as she makes quick strides to the exit of your apartment. "Ah, I see. Apologies then, my dear. Pretend I said nothing, for the sake of our dear friendship, hmm?"

And she's gone. Talia leaves that same soft, static-fuzz of feelings she'd only ever gotten near you at your doorstep. Kicks them under the doormat as she leaves, because how could she ever imagine you to love her back?

Oh, if only she knew. If only. Perhaps it'd been doomed from the very start.

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