gothamlegacy:

onlytalia:

 

"No, not the storms. That awful howling of the wind…and being sure you’d be buried by morning." Talia sips at her own cup of tea, drinking in, too, the presence of her boy. Her son, grown and handsome, showing the features from her side of them family as much as his father’s.

Her heart can do nothing but swell with pride, even after these great many years of distance.

"It does — he enjoys when the sun is close, more than anyone ought to," Talia replies with an affectionate smile. Honestly, she’s surprised he asked, but glad that he did.

"The cats have taken to crawling on top of him when he sits on the patio, as if they know he’s impossible to crush."

Damian laughs: rich and full-bodied, his mouth stretched open in its generous mirth. “Silly beasts,” he says, his words warm with affection. “They must think him a great mountain of stone, a perch to conquer. I hope he loves them, as he loves you.”

He gazes upon Talia for moments that stretch longer than he realizes. Ten years have gone by for him, where only months have passed in this world. He’s sought it for so long that he feels certain it will slip away at any moment. Damian reaches across the table to take his mother’s hand in his own, to seek her familiar touch as an anchor. “I will confess to you all that has happened, and I will make no complaint whether you forgive me in the end or send me away.” 

A last sip of tea serves to steel his nerves. “I was angry before your wedding, and I remained displeased after it. You know this, and while I regret it now, it seemed perfectly reasonable as a child.” His teeth flash white in a rueful smile, eyelashes lowered upon his cheeks. “I was a vengeful child, and one with resources, at that. While you were away on your honeymoon, I made… a very rash and foolish decision.

"I sought the witch boy, Klarion, and helped him secure a magic artifact in exchange for a spell: that I might live in a world where Christopher did not exist. My wording was careless, but my wish was granted," Damian breathes, eyes and voice going hollow. "And I have spent the last ten years in another dimension, one where there was you, and Father, and Grayson— and you were all yourselves, yet not yourselves. I’ve traversed many parallel universes over the years, but even with the aid I enlisted, Klarion’s magic was steadfast. I’ve been unable to gain access to a world where Christopher existed until now.  


"And so, I am the man you see now, and the boy you saw eight months ago." Damian releases her hand and opens his arms as if for her perusal. "I know not what happened to my original counterpart in the universe I unwittingly invaded, but I’ve lived there and grown there just as I might have here. With one notable exception: the Talia of that universe disowned me long before I set foot upon her world. I don’t know if love might have softened her heart, but she was cruel and I lost word of her whereabouts when I was a teenager. I don’t know that she even still lives.

"And I don’t know how long I have here, or if time can be reversed, if my younger self can be stopped from the jealous folly he sought." Damian seeks both of Talia’s hands now, clutching them fervently as he searches her face with his eyes. "But it was worth it to see you once more, and to tell you how very sorry I am. I extend my apologies to my stepfather as well. It has been a dreadful way to learn a lesson, Mother." 

"Oh yes, he does — even when they are bothersome," she smiles, considering the grief that they give Christopher that they wouldn’t dare give to her.

Talia listens very carefully, allowing her hand to remain in Damian’s. Only briefly did her brows raise in surprise — and then she remains attentive until Damian had finishes his story. 

She remembers first that he is very much her son — acting on the impulse of emotion, lashing out in hurt…

And the thought of ever disowning him makes her feel ill.

"Oh, my son," Talia squeezes his hand affectionately, "your apology is accepted. I cannot imagine the suffering of being a stranger in a world where things are not as they should be."

"You are my son and my heart, always. I don’t have any answers for you, Damian, but I will not leave you to search them out on your own."

gothamlegacy:

onlytalia:

It’s odd for Talia to see her son so grown up — now with his own air of elegance, one that seemed tempered in Al Ghul blood. Her expression remains pleased. 

"A beautiful image, Damian. I admit, a miss the desert sands. Particularly during winter."

"I miss the sands. Not the storms." It’s been too long since he’s taken tea with his mother. Longer for him than for her, perhaps.

The clink of metal against porcelain as he stirs milk into his cup of chai is a familiar note, and it bridges the years he’s passed outside of her presence, her world. She looks the same as ever she did, though he’s added several inches of height, several pounds of muscle to his frame, his rounded cheeks having narrowed along the slope of his cheekbones. Yet, still he feels like a boy, tremulous and transparent, when he asks, “And my stepfather— does the summer find him well, too?” 

"No, not the storms. That awful howling of the wind…and being sure you’d be buried by morning." Talia sips at her own cup of tea, drinking in, too, the presence of her boy. Her son, grown and handsome, showing the features from her side of them family as much as his father’s.

Her heart can do nothing but swell with pride, even after these great many years of distance.

"It does — he enjoys when the sun is close, more than anyone ought to," Talia replies with an affectionate smile. Honestly, she’s surprised he asked, but glad that he did.

"The cats have taken to crawling on top of him when he sits on the patio, as if they know he’s impossible to crush."

piranhascantsmile:

my question isn’t “why do people live in Gotham” my question is “why do people who live in Gotham habitually buy recreational drugs from a known serial killer who wears a potato sack over his face”

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onlytalia asked:
"Don't chase the rabbit"

thebirdwithabrokenwing:

Send me “Don’t chase the rabbit” and your muse will be shown a random memory from my muse’s past.

For the first time in his life, Jason Todd rolled over in bed— and into another body.  Talia was beautiful and alluring and very much naked, and Jason couldn’t help the way the blood rushed to his cheeks as he realized what a stupid virginial loser he must look like to this stunning, older woman.  ”Sorry,” he muttered, shifting back onto his half of the bed, but keeping his head facing her, watching silently.

She was so beautiful, in a way he’d never noticed when he was Robin.  Back then he would never have expected to be in this position; and though he knew their relationship, if it could even be called that, was only in it’s infancy, something stirred deep within as he watched her in bed beside him.  He loved her already, in a way.

sonofzod:

"Not to mention the fact that they’d half-smother us," Christopher added, smiling.

Her remark about Amir reminded him of something, and he stroked Rahla’s ears as she lay on her back, paws folded and eyes half-shut.  “The other day I caught him playing with her—and being very gentle, too.  Rahla probably thought she was winning, pouncing all over him and barely getting knocked over for it.  Of course the moment Amir realized I saw him, he stalked away and pretended he despises all kittens.”

The black stripes that decorated Rahla’s sides broke up into spots and dashes on her lighter belly, and she evidently loved the way Talia was scratching her there, as her purring grew ever louder.

He didn’t mention that he had a habit of picking up the worst of the tiger fur before the maid’s scheduled arrival.  Christopher, who had never had servants, felt a little strange about leaving any sort of mess for someone else to clean up, even if that person was being handsomely paid to do so.

"They are all quite silly beasts, in their own ways," he said quietly, and leaned across the half-grown cub to kiss the bridge of Talia’s nose.  "Even their mother, when she lets herself be.  And I am the lucky man who gets to play with tigers."

Talia wrinkled her nose at the kiss, though smiling. Rahla had indeed raised her spirits. “Oh, hush.” she continued to stroke Rahla’s belly, and it became painfully clear that this was going to be her next napping spot. 

Smiling at the notion of Amir actually playing with Rahla, Talia sat back, sliding down a little to get more comfortable. 

"It’s been quite a day, Christopher." Her expression was pleasant, but a bit..guarded. She was thinking, and processing. Everything from their scare in the garden to intimacies to her small breakdown.

"I apologize for spoiling the mood earlier. I shall find a way to make it up to you."

sonofzod:

onlytalia:

Talia lit up immediately at the sight of Rahla, and began cooing at her in sweet nicknames and praises in Arabic as soon as she was on the bed. Rahla had gotten large, outgrowing her awkward, fluffy-pawed cub stage. Still, quite smaller than the other two.

Talia tucked her legs up when they became a target, and Rahla instead busied herself with sniffing the covers, curiosity drawing her to the space her “parents” had been earlier. 

Eventually, Talia wrangled the cat’s attention, getting her close enough to scratch behind her jaw and rub her thumbs hard against Rahla’s brows. She chuffed happily and very quickly decided to stretch out beside her mistress.

"I assume the other two were occupied. Though I have to say, if we wake up one morning with all three in the bed, we may have a problem."

Christopher gave a chagrined sigh at Rahla’s interested sniffing.  He should’ve expected that; she was a cat, and curiosity was her birthright.  Luckily Talia distracted her, and he was able to slide into the bed beside his wife and cub. 

This time when he petted Rahla, she rolled over to bite at his hand playfully, wrapping her paws around his arm.  “Easy, you big fierce tigress,” he laughed, gently shaking his arm in her grip.  Rahla only purred loudly, eyes bright with mischief, and nipped at his fingers.

"Yes, Hiba is chasing a moth, I think, and Amir believes I can’t see him on the sofa," Christopher answered.  At the thought of all three tigers trying to share the bed, he shook his head with a chuckle.  "You’d have to custom order a mattress twice this size just to fit them.  Amir alone is enough trouble, when he tries to use me for a pillow."

The discussion of childbearing seemed tabled for the moment, but it still lurked in the back of both their minds. 

"They’d break our box spring for sure," Talia chuckled, playing her fingers along Rahla’s spine as she busied herself with gnawing playfully on Christopher’s hand. 

"I’m glad Amir seems to have finally adjusted to Rahla’s presence. She has been a wonderful addition."

Rahla rolled over, exposing her soft, cream-tone belly. Which, naturally, Talia scrubbed her fingers over. “The maid will have a fit when she has to clean Amir’s fur off of the couch, I’m sure,”

"Silly entitled beast."

sonofzod:

onlytalia:

"I don’t want a donor," Talia said, meeting his expectations instantly. "It is not merely criticism. That I could handle. It is..venom. I did my best. I made many mistakes, but I did what I thought was right.

"And yet I am the villain of the piece." Talia let the thought hang in the air, then set the photo back in her bedside table. Then she sighed, and tugged the duvet back. It was too early to sensibly sleep, but Talia didn’t want to do much else beside sit in bed. Read, perhaps. 

She just knew she was worn out, physically and emotionally.

"I imagine he’d be a wonderful sibling, once he accepted the idea."

"Mothers always get the most venomous remarks," Christopher mused.  "I think everyone has an image in their mind of what the ideal mother would be, and when they see someone who doesn’t subscribe to the same ideal, they feel entitled to lash out.  In your case, the rest of the family hasn’t caught up to the realization that you are no longer following your father’s orders.  They will, in time.  You are no villain, my love."

Talia slipped into bed, and Christopher kissed her hair.  “That he would.  Damian is more generous of spirit that most people realize, but you and I know better.  Speaking of siblings, let me check on Damian’s striped and furry ones.  I’ll join you in a moment.”  He wasn’t gone long, already knowing where the adult tigers would be: Hiba in the garden, stalking something with intense concentration; Amir sprawled on the sofa, looking quite pleased with himself at being somewhere he shouldn’t.  Rahla was the one who hadn’t settled into predictable habits yet. so he searched her out.

On this occasion, she was drowsing in the hallway, and he bent to stroke her spine.  “Do you want to come to bed, <little sunbeam>?  Your mother could use the distraction.”  Rahla knew what ‘come to bed’ meant, and scampered off toward the bedroom.  Chuckling, Christopher followed her, and found her already trying to catch Talia’s feet under the covers.  “Settle down, Rahla,” Christopher warned. 

Talia lit up immediately at the sight of Rahla, and began cooing at her in sweet nicknames and praises in Arabic as soon as she was on the bed. Rahla had gotten large, outgrowing her awkward, fluffy-pawed cub stage. Still, quite smaller than the other two.

Talia tucked her legs up when they became a target, and Rahla instead busied herself with sniffing the covers, curiosity drawing her to the space her “parents” had been earlier. 

Eventually, Talia wrangled the cat’s attention, getting her close enough to scratch behind her jaw and rub her thumbs hard against Rahla’s brows. She chuffed happily and very quickly decided to stretch out beside her mistress.

"I assume the other two were occupied. Though I have to say, if we wake up one morning with all three in the bed, we may have a problem."

sonofzod:

This was a soul-deep craving for Talia, he could see that by the way her hands went to her belly.  Christopher yearned for it too, but not with the poignancy she did.  Then again, he didn’t have past mistakes to atone for in this particular arena.

"Stressful, yes," he sighed.  He hated to see her like this, so torn between emotions she was trying to suppress and hopes she barely dared to wish for.  "Stressful enough that I’m tempted to try renegotiating the use of a donor.  I doubt you’d have these issues with someone from your own galaxy."

Christopher shrugged a little, expecting the same instant denial as before.  “As for parenting, I hate to tell you this, but no matter what you do there will be criticism.  It seems to be one of the few things that the majority of people believe they have the right to advise on, whether or not they have any actual experience.  I recall Lois dealing out scathing comebacks for people who dared criticize how she was raising me, and she was an exemplary mother by any reasonable standard.”

It did not surprise him that her son was on her mind, nor that Talia needed to see Damian’s image just then.  The boy was welcome here, Christopher had striven to make certain of that, but visitation was not an easy thing to arrange for the Dark Knight’s protege.  Particularly not with a troubled relationship with his mother, and a very unwelcome stepfather in the mix.

He slipped up behind his wife, looking over her shoulder with a fond smile.  “Oh, he will be outraged.  We’d best record the meltdown for posterity.”

"I don’t want a donor," Talia said, meeting his expectations instantly. "It is not merely criticism. That I could handle. It is..venom. I did my best. I made many mistakes, but I did what I thought was right.

"And yet I am the villain of the piece." Talia let the thought hang in the air, then set the photo back in her bedside table. Then she sighed, and tugged the duvet back. It was too early to sensibly sleep, but Talia didn’t want to do much else beside sit in bed. Read, perhaps. 

She just knew she was worn out, physically and emotionally.

"I imagine he’d be a wonderful sibling, once he accepted the idea."

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