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The candlelight flickered in tune with the wind's rhythm, causing the flames to dance gracefully along the room's walls.
I stood before the mirror, carefully removing the bandages that had been on me since last night. I hummed softly in satisfaction as I inspected my new face, noting the straighter and sharper contours of my jawline. Bruce's once vibrant blue eyes now held a hint of green within them.
My gaze traveled down to my exposed chest, revealing the significant differences from before. The scars left by the pit's challenges had mostly disappeared, leaving only a few behind. My skin now had a healthy radiance, a result of my immersion in the Lazarus.
Setting aside the discarded bandages, I reached for the kukri knife placed on a nearby stool. I pressed its tip against my arm and drew it down, the sensation of pain barely registering as the wound opened. I watched as blood seeped out, only for it to regenerate within seconds, leaving my skin flawless once more.
Lazarus had granted me unexpected gifts: heightened regeneration, increased durability, and enhanced flexibility, to name just a few of the remarkable changes I've observed so far.
"May I come in?" I blinked as I heard a soothing voice, and looking up at the mirror, I noticed Talia's reflection standing by the door.
"Yes." I nodded.
Talia entered calmly, her gaze curiously sweeping over my bare chest. Moving gracefully, she made her way into the room, her long white dress swaying as she walked. Taking a seat at the edge of my bed, she positioned herself with poise and dignity.
I observed her quietly, mentally capturing the image of Talia al Ghul in my mind.
The Daughter of the Demon.
The Queen of the League.
Studying her flawless, smooth brown skin, I couldn't help but reflect on her character's evolution.
In the earlier comics, she was destined to be Bruce's counterpart, his other half. Then came Grant Morrison, who seemed to revel in turning everything dark and convoluted. Batman's affair with Batgirl, Nightwing's involvement with Catwoman, even crippling Gordon and killing Bruce's child - Morrison had a knack for adding turmoil. But that was a tangent.
"Has your father summoned me?" I inquired, my thoughts returning to the present.
"No." She shook her head with a serene smile.
"Then why are you here?" I asked, cautious yet intrigued.
"My father mentioned you hadn't seen the finer parts of the city." She remarked, her tone tinged with a hint of judgment. "It's a missed opportunity."
"Well, I wasn't exactly expecting the League's welcome to involve pit fights, spending a day battling for my life, and then waking up in boiling springs." I added sarcastically. Truth be told, compared to my military training, this wasn't the worst.
"Sandra tends to be rigorous with her students, relishes breaking them to mold into perfect warriors." Talia explained. I couldn't blame anyone; Bruce could have handled the pit like I did, though he might have struggled differently, considering he would be fighting to subdue and not kill, while I didn't hold back.
"Sending someone to fight a hundred cannibals doesn't exactly follow standard practice, even for rigorous training." I mused, genuinely curious.
"Well..." Talia paused, stepping closer until our faces were mere inches apart. She calmly halted, her eyes locking onto mine. She leaned in, her voice a soft whisper. "Aren't you unique, Mr. Wayne?"
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