Talia thought of her father, who had once ruled as a dictator. Ra's al Ghul had told the League's members that assassins should have no feelings; assassins were merely killing machines that carried out justice.
And that included her.
Until Mélisande passed away, Talia had never seen her mother, not even once.
But ever since the League had been wiped out by the Court of Owls, her father had changed a great deal.
He had begun to care about everyone around him, and he smiled at Talia with a smile that had never appeared on that taut face before.
She could not say whether this was good or bad, but getting used to it and trying to accept it was her final compromise.
Talia had begun occasionally trying to address him as "Father" instead of "Leader." Though it felt a little awkward, she was surprisingly unopposed to it, perhaps because she had not yet lost the last bit of love she had for this man.
"Understood, Father!"
Talia beckoned to her apprentice.
"Although the League of Assassins exists in name only, I still can't let you run outside in your kung fu uniform. Come on! It's time to pick out some clothes that fit you."
Talia led Dick to the other side of the training ground and knocked on two protruding rocks in the wall.
A hidden stone door slowly opened to the creak of hinges, and the dust that rushed out made Dick sneeze.
"This place hasn't been opened for a full twenty years, ever since that war."
She lit the candles on the table, and their light illuminated the display cabinets lining both sides of the stone chamber, where rows of black assassin outfits hung.
Full sets of flexible armor and wooden joint guards were laid out beneath