Roles ➳ DamiJon

eleven (unofficial)

                                                Playboy. That was label that the Wayne family, imprudently Bruce had become to name. With knowledge, he slept, with many women, many, many women. Through pleasure and money, his image was set. However, those women had not met him in a deeper level, then Talia. The daughter of the mafia, that stroke fear into the hearts of those who knew. The League of Assassins. Perhaps, it was rather misleading to be in a mafia, however, it fit.

Within the cold confines of where she had grown up, she was taught to be the best, to be the strongest. Thus, when she had found love with Bruce, she had really believed they would become a pair. However, she had given birth and he had disappeared, like a shadow. The pain and hurt, she had felt, allowed her to become isolated. The mother she had desired to be, the women she wished she had been blessed to have a choice to be, was broken in that time. Few weeks later, after his disappearance he was seen with a new women, a Beta, Seline Kyle.

As Damian grew, the more he resembled Bruce except for the Olympic green eyes, that she had. The cold and hardened shell she had created, became reflected into Damian. Thus, when he had left her, the same feelings resided, as he was adopted into the Wayne family, and again she was alone. Her father, had said nothing, only glowered and turned his head. It seemed the League was more important then the wellbeing of his daughter. Talia, as well. She knew that she had to think of the group first rather then the feelings that simmered in her.

The mask she had made, had become so stuck on her skin, that it was almost impossible to come off. Her decisions didn't involve emotion, instead they were calculative and redeeming, understanding, knowing when looking at the opponent. She made no other advancements if she knew there was nothing else to attain from them. Almost similar to that of a robot, where she had done what she needed for the future of her family.

'Family', as it was called, was made up of throwaways, castaways, people who meant nothing to the world, that was so predominant in the caste, that the opportunity of power seemed to be in the bodies of Omegas, to claw to the top of the pyramid. Bringing up Damian, had brought out a new sadness upon her life and health. The cold personality she had brought within his environment seemed to develop a sense of harshness within Damian.

Now, as one of the powerful women in Gotham, Talia had seen the change within her son, a shift when he had met a blue-eyed speckle. She didn't need to see anything else, to know that they would become a pair. Her heart had broken, perhaps the wounds that had closed had begun to open again, and were bleeding out. Remembering her own experience, had a sense of possessiveness towards her son, that she had perhaps never shown but always possessed.

That time when she had appeared in his life again, after so long and after keeping an eye, had she first been shown rebellion within her son she believed never existed. Staying with Bruce, she believed, had begun corrupting him. He was being controlled by the Wayne men and was turning out like them. She needed too get him away from there or else he would be destroyed.

It had been a couple months, where she lurked within the shadows, trying to figure out a way to get her son back. That was as today, the day where she had only one solution. Sighing in a breath, bringing her hair back, she pursed her naturally pink lips, soft and curved. "I need to talk to you." Was all she said, as the door opened.

Sitting across the room, she sipped the tea she was served by Alfred. Camille, a calming tea. She gave a small smile, towards him as he walked away. "What is it?" Bruce exclaimed, lounging across her, arm lounging out on the chair frame, his suit showing off his masculine body. "Your visit was rather unexpected, even for me, the great detective." He smiled.

Talia couldn't help the flicker of her mouth move into an oppressed smile. "Well, I was always good at surprising you," she sighed, "and you were good at ridding things out of your life." Bruce seemed to tense in that moment. "Talia look-" "But, I am here to talk about our son, Damian." She cut him off in that moment, even being in here was bringing back those feelings she wished had vanished. Bruce sighed and ran his fingers within his hair, "And what about Damian?"

"I want to bring him back home with me."

"You know he won't go, you heard him."

"I need you to convince him,"

"He's stubborn, and he likes it here."

"I believe he needs to come back, or I'll take him back."

"You won't be able to, you heard him, you would've done it already if that was possible."

A drastic sigh, she rubbed her temple.

"Why do you want him to come back? You left him here."

"Only per his request, he wanted to live with the father whom abandoned him, and now he has lived here for too long, his time here has expired."

"Talia, why can't you just let him stay? He's happy here, he doesn't need to go. If you have a grudge against me still, I want you to know, I loved you, I still do, I-"

"Enough of your lies." Talia hissed, standing up her eyes glaring down at him, piercing like daggers. "You have no right to say that to me."

Bruce sighed, "Talia-"

Having enough of what he was saying she turned to leave, "if he doesn't come back by the end of the year, there will be consequences." As she opened the door, she saw that the eldest, Dick had been standing there, her eyes narrowed as she sneered at him, "You believe that man loves you? He's only after those who will spread their legs for him."

Flabbergasted, Dick flushed and tried to protest, but she had already left.

I may change this chapter, because I want to change some bits and pieces. SO hope you enjoy, haha. Ciao now.