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Talia al Ghul	The limousine pulls up into the circular driveway of Wayne Manor, pulling up to the front steps, having been buzzed in by Alfred. The butler paged Damian, the young master being the only one home at the moment, to let him know that his mother had arrived. Talia may not have called ahead, so to speak, but she wouldn't entirely ambush the Waynes. She steps out of the car, wearing a long, black dress, slit up the side to show a bit of her leg, with a string of black pearls around her neck and dangling into her decolletage. She has her raven hair cut in a sharp, asymmetrical bob, her lips red, her black eyes shadowed. "Deliver my luggage to the hotel and have it sent up to my room. Warn them that any tampering would be ill advised. My privacy is valued and my possessions are protected," she says. The large bodyguard inside makes a grunting noise. "No, Ubu. Go on to the hotel. I won't need you here. I'm in no danger. You can see Damian later, once we've settled in and found a more permanent housing arrangement," she says. She might be welcome to stay at Wayne Manor, but she wouldn't assume as much. And, to be fair, she liked having her independence as much as she liked being close to her son. It had been too long since they'd seen each other in person, nearly a year of long-distance phone calls and video chats. Their reunion was long overdue.
Damian Wayne	Damian was attempting to finish some schoolwork. He was older now. Taller. His face had settled largely into his features for adulthood. He looks so much like his father, the only exception being the emerald green eyes that almost seemed to glow in dim lighting. But, as he's working, he finds himself being alerted by Alfred. "What is it, Pennyworth?" "Master Wayne, your mother is here." Damian's pen stops it's motions. It's like a heart attack. A freeze. Slowly, Damian puts his pen down and he stands up. No emotion on his face as he removes himself from his private premises and he starts to walk towards the front entrance. He's dressed finely in an all-black three piece suit, his eyes staring forward as he sees his mother. He slowly steps forward. Close enough that she can see he's gotten a little taller than even her. And if she'll let him? He'll pull her into a tight hug.
Talia al Ghul	Talia al Ghul returns the embrace, a manicured hand cupping the back of Damian's head and cradling him against her. Taller he may be, but he's still her boy. He'll always be that. "Damian. It's been too long," she says. Her perfume is sharp, Middle Eastern and carrying the spices of the East. She puts a kiss on his cheek and then smudges away the lipstick she left behind. "I'm glad to see you're well. I can trust Alfred to keep you well fed, at least. I've missed you," she says. She takes his arm and lets him lead her inside his home, "I assume your father isn't here. Or is he down in his basement, playing with his toys?"
Damian Wayne	Damian holds his mother like he never wanted to let her go. His head finds the crook of her neck and after a moment, Talia can feel moisture there. Was Damian...crying? Yes, but he wasn't going to make a single sound or whiff about it. It's his mother. He hasn't seen heads or tails of her in years. He's been in Gotham and with the Titans. A phone call is nice, even a video chat...but...in the flesh? That cahgnes everything. He feels the kiss on his cheek, the compliments of a mother's love, and slowly he leans away. "I've missed you too, mother." and she takes his arm, and Damian seems more than happy to guide Talia towards the Manor. "He did. Pennyworth is a good man. My Father is at Wayne Enterprises. If you wish t otalk...now would be the best time. I imagine things are not spectacular between you two."
Talia al Ghul	They were relatively in private, so Talia permitted the tears. She would never let him show weakness like that in front of others but, of course, with her, he was safe, he was protected and his devotion to her was genuinely touching. She'd cried for her father's attention many times - often enough that she'd been whipped for the lack of decorum on more than one occasion. She has been more gentle with Damian, yes, which is not to say that she is soft. Merely that she lacks her father's ornate and antiquated cruelty. She does not regard Damian as an object, a vessel into which to pour her purpose, in the way that Ra's does to both her and Damian alike. Not to mention her sisters. She lets Damian lead her inside to one of the lounges. Alfred receives a kiss on the cheek as well and soon provides charcuterie and refreshments, water for Damian, wine for Talia. "You may have some of the wine if you wish. This country's childish fear of alcohol isn't something you need to mind." She settles into a chaise lounge, legs crossed, leaning back into it. "Tell me - how goes life in Gotham for you? Have you made friends? Have you made enemies?"
Damian Wayne	Privacy was good. Damian didn't love his grandfather. He deeply respected him, but he didn't love the man. He loves his mother. He'd whoop ass for that woman. But, like all mother's boys, he seems to follow her lead when she speaks, and as they sit down? The charcuterie board is placed and water is given to him by Alfred, a nod given to the man. "Thank you, Pennyworth." and he lets his eyes fall upon those of Talia al Ghul. "I abstain, mother. I like to keep my mind sharp." He suggests ever so slightly. "I have made too many enemies. But, I've made allies in a group of young heroes known as the Titans." He reveals to her. "Otherwise, I'm intending to graduate college soon."
Talia al Ghul	Talia al Ghul smiles, "A blade, properly maintained, should not lose its edge on something so small as a glass of wine. I hope you know that my wits aren't compromise by a few sips," she says. "Perhaps I'm just feeling indulgent." She pats a spot on the chaise next to her for him to sit. "I'm familiar with the Titans. Powerful, some of them. Good allies to have, insofar as they can be trusted. Soft, though, I'm sure, as so many of the youth of today. Not you, of course, darling. Do not let their weakness tempt you into the failings of unrequited mercy. I support your desire to do good in the world, but would not have it dilute your capabilities." "And your father? I suppose he's well. He and I have not spoken in some time. I think he considers me an unsuitable temptation," she says with a hint of a dark smile.
Damian Wayne	"You speak the truth, mother. But your acceptance of libations are not my acceptance of libations." Damian stays strong in his ways, no doubt his father's doing. But it's not necessarily inadmirable to abstain. "Your blade is sleeker than mine, mother." He ends with a compliment towards her. Though gestured to a place on the chaise next to her for him to sit, Damian does so, slowly settling himself next to his mother. "Very good allies." He remarks softly. "Yes mother. I won't let them make me weak." He informs of her. Mercy was a strength, if you knew how to use it, so was the art of keeping the violence forward. Yet...she's asking him about his father. "He is well. He works hard and this city is safer for it." He tells Talia, though her self-chastisement earns a small laugh from Damian. "Perhaps you were to him. In his defense...though I believe he is trying not to fall into temptation in general."
Talia al Ghul	Talia al Ghul nods, "Yes, he's always had a monk's heart inside that playboy's body. I blame the death of his parents. His guilt traps him in self-loathing, in negativity. He feels unworthy of joy or pleasure or love and so he accepts them with ill-grace," she sighs. "But enough of him for now. I'm going to be staying in Gotham for some time, looking in on you and being on hand to give you advice and support," she says. "Of course, I will have my own business to attend to, but we will, I hope, see each other frequently, as it was before you moved here to live with Bruce," she says. "I can't wait to meet your new friends - and to help you achieve your destiny."
Damian Wayne	"So it would appear. Both have been carefully sculpted so he might be who he is now. I bear the same burden as he." Damian admits softly to his mother, in that he doesn't feel worthy to enjoy life's pleasures after being trained into a honed weapon. But his eyes widen a moment. "I am happy to see you stay, mother. Are you bringing the League with you?" Damian asks softly. "But...it would bring me great joy to be with you again, mother. I wish this with all of my heart." He remarks softly. "..,I think they'd love to meet you." ergo, Damian should absolutely warn them ahead of time.