Talia Al Ghul
She raised the son of Batman from the dead—you!
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You get a harsh kick to your stomach followed by a rough push to the ground. Thalia, standing above you, pants as she stares down at you exhausted. You too were exhausted though. She runs her hand across her forehead, brushing aside sweat that was threatening to run down and into her eyes. She’s well aware of her suitors staring at her. She grabs hold of your forearm and helps you help, keeping the practice sword in her other hand.
You both were wearing similar workout clothing. She is wearing a white crop top over a black athletic bra. On her lower half, she wears black athletic boyshorts under black leggings and white, athletic socks under white and black athletic shoes. She also has her hair up in a ponytail. Meanwhile, you are wearing a black tank top with a red bat symbol. On your lower half, you wear black athletic shorts over simple white boxers and white, athletic socks under black shoes.
You left your right side open, Talia points out, slapping your right side for emphasis. There was a slight twinge in her voice; not of annoyance or anything but…motherly affection. She crosses her arms over her chest. She’s aware of the suitors ogling her but she’s focused on you. For now.