Lost in the Void, Found in the Stars | Damian Wayne Oneshots

Baker | Talia al-Ghul

Summary: Uhh, they talk. That's about it.

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It was late, the desert around them stretching endlessly beneath the darkened sky. The wind howled across the dunes, whipping the fine sand into the air and making the space feel even more desolate. Talia al-Ghul stood tall beside her son, her eyes scanning the horizon as her voice, steady and calm, broke the silence.

“The League has outlived its usefulness,” she said, the words heavy in the air. “The time has come for change. We could dissolve it, walk away from the legacy. But I must ensure that the balance is maintained.”

Damian stood still, his arms crossed over his chest, his posture perfect as always. He listened to his mother, the woman who had both nurtured and raised him, but he wasn’t entirely aligned with her vision. For years, he had wrestled with his place in the world—torn between the loyalty to his families.

When she fell silent, Damian spoke up, his voice unwavering as he gazed at her.

“Mother,” he said, his tone sincere, “even if the League were to dissolve, even if you left it all behind, I’d still stand with you. You’ll always have my loyalty, whether you’re an assassin, a mother, or something more.”

Talia blinked in surprise, a flicker of emotion flashing in her eyes for a brief moment, before it was replaced with the faintest hint of a smile. She hadn’t expected such an admission, but hearing it—especially from Damian—meant more to her than any grand gesture or declaration. Her son had always been sharp, calculating, but these words were different.

“You’ve grown so much, my beloved son,” she replied softly, her voice carrying an unexpected tenderness. “To hear this from you means more than you know.”

For a brief moment, the two stood there, side by side, the wind howling around them as if trying to take away their words. Talia’s expression was unreadable, but the sense of pride in her eyes was clear. Damian had been raised to follow the harshest path, but his unwavering devotion was something Talia never took lightly.

But, unbeknownst to them, they weren’t alone. Hiding in the dunes, a pair of League Shadows had been watching the exchange from a distance. They had seen it all.

The two exchanged incredulous glances as they processed what they’d just heard.

The first assassin, trying to suppress a chuckle, whispered to his companion, “Did… did Damian just make the ultimate momma’s boy statement? Like, ‘Mom, if you ever give up the whole assassin thing and open a bakery, I’ll be your number-one supporter’?”

The second assassin, equally stunned, slowly nodded in disbelief. “Dude, the guy’s literally offering to help her bake cookies, no questions asked.”

The first assassin couldn’t help but snicker, covering his mouth to stifle the laugh. “This is it. The League of Assassins, where the most feared warrior in the world is pledging allegiance to his mom for… baking cookies.”

The two Shadows continued to exchange incredulous whispers, their amusement growing with each passing second. Little did they know, Talia had heard every word. Her sharp hearing, honed over years of training, had picked up their hushed conversation. She turned her head slightly, her eyes narrowing as a quiet, almost imperceptible smirk appeared on her lips.

Damian, who had caught the tail end of the whispers, felt his face heat with embarrassment, though he quickly masked it with his usual stoic demeanor. He gave his mother a sideways glance, silently acknowledging the smugness in her gaze.

Talia, still smiling faintly, turned toward her son, her tone teasing but warm. “You’re truly loyal, my beloved.”

Damian sighed, a small roll of his eyes betraying his growing frustration. “If I hear one more whisper about me baking cookies, I’m going to find those Shadows myself.”

Talia’s amusement was clear now, though she kept it tempered with a semblance of composure. “I’m sure they’ll be most willing to offer their assistance in the bakery, if you ask them politely.”

Damian, now thoroughly embarrassed but trying to maintain his pride, shot his mother a sharp look. “I swear, Mother, I will make them regret their every word.”

Talia chuckled softly under her breath. As Damian turned to go, presumably to track down the teasing Shadows, Talia watched him with affection in her eyes. She didn’t need words to know that her son’s loyalty to her was as unwavering as the desert itself.

And as for the Shadows?

They’d be in for a long night, baking or not.

“I still can’t believe it,” the first assassin muttered. “Damian al-Ghul. Son of the Demon. All this time, he’s been so cold, so ruthless, and now... now he’s a baker’s apprentice.”

The second assassin let out a short laugh. “Right? Wait until Ra’s hears this. He’ll lose his mind.”

But just as they began to revel in their victory, they froze. There was a faint crunch of sand underfoot, the sound of boots marching closer—and then silence.

“You’ve been talking about me.”

End