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Mutawadie, Saudi Arabia
“Ma look!” Izura had enough of her daughters ramblings, they had not much time until the sun set and she needed to collect the berries.
“Azari what are you-” She nearly dropped her basket a clear sarcophagus lay in the hole but what should have been a dead body, was scratching and scraping to get out.
Her eyes widened.
“ sharun! ” Izura cried before grabbing her daughter and fleeing crying ‘sharun!’ all throughout the small town.
The men later came later guns in hand but when the got there there was no body only a message in the dirt,
AN AL GHUL LIVES.
The night came and the body was still gone but as the men searched 1 mile out they found bandages and a broken dagger.
1 week later
A woman walks through the desert with only a turban and a sword, the owners were foolish to cross her path attempting to corner her in her seemingly helpless state she cut out their tongues and burned their bodies with the lamps, rather morbid but she couldn't risk being discovered because they attempted to flee,
After all she was on a mission.
She stays vigilant not wanting to miss her destination, she's not far but she's not close either the desert heat slowly taking its toll on her sight and speed,
Failure is not an option here.
To the world she's dead, disgraced as a warrior and a mother.
She'll earn it back, they'll all be proven wrong.
Especially him.
She arrives at dusk falling to her knees as she knocks drenched in sweat and panting.
When the door opens she scrambles to her feet and stands tall as she presents the sword.
“ My name is Talia Al Ghul and I seek your guidance.” The old woman gives her a curt look but then she draws her own sword.
“But can you earn it young Demon?” Talia finds herself being forced back as she makes the first move, stumbling to get up and block the sword aiming for her head.
“Tell me Demon, do you know my name?” The older woman asked lips curving into a smile.
“Only in legend and even those call you-”
“The sorceress, Ingrida!” The old woman or Ingrida cackled, and Talia snorted as she dodged another attack to her head only to have her feet kicked from under her sword falling with a resounding ‘ clink’ .
She quickly flips back and realizes they've moved,
They've moved locations and seemingly planet,
She chooses not to question.
“Amon Al liatri!” Talia's eyes widened as she is blinded by a green light and suddenly she's in neither Arabia nor the strange land,
She's in Gotham and a scowl is looking down on her.
Bruce.
“What kind of sick joke is this?” Talia spat to the side as Bruce grabbed her shirt as tossed her against the wall.
“You killed our son! You ruined everything until I got him back, him and not you, I hope you die again just so you can feel the pain he felt!” He goes to punch her and with much remorse she kicks him off and lands on the ground.
“Bruce! Damian was never meant to die so young and I do not deserve your forgiveness!” Talia said and Bruce growls before charging at her.
“ Let him go to end the trial, let him and your son go.” Talia gasped before thinking of Damian. Her son.
She cried at the thought of him before wiping her eyes and screaming
“You. Can't. Haunt. Me!” The green flash came again and she was at Ingrida's feet.
“Very good child you have passed my test, your training shall start tomorrow.”
She collapsed .