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Talia fought hard to push down the small smile threatening to spread across her face as her father sent her a despairing look across the dinner table.
Jason was gesticulating wildly in the air (Damian eagerly vibrating from where he was sat next to him) as he argued that, since the League of Assassins was technically supposed to be a big eco-terrorist organization, Damian should be allowed to have a pet tiger since the one that they recently rescued from the home of a corrupt oil-baron would never be able to survive in the wild anyways.
It was true that Damian had amassed quite the menagerie over the years, particularly through the use of his “big sad eyes” (as Jason described them) whenever his brother left to attend his university studies.
Jason was under the impression that Talia had been sending him to various schools as a student to uncover and take down various threats to the league and its goals. He had performed remarkably well in destroying a human trafficking ring in Paris, a plan to devastate the local rainforests in Indonesia, and a strange cabal of underpaid TAs seeking to summon the antichrist in Stockholm.
Little did he know, he had found all of those by accident. Talia just wanted him to go to school and get his literature degree, but her boy was tenacious and apparently enjoyed giving himself more things to do.
Transferring all of those credits between the various institutions was an absolute hassle, but some light blackmail and a few donations by Talia went a long way towards Jason al Ghul’s imminent graduation with high honors in literature.
Her father had reluctantly allowed her to officially adopt Jason after the boy had survived a true onslaught of assassination attempts over the course of years (in combination with witnessing Damian’s visible attachment to his older brother). She suspected that his reluctant acceptance had become reluctant attachment after Ra’s had gifted Jason with an official title a year after his adoption.
الأمير من المياه و السيف (al-amir min al-miah wa as-sayf). The Prince of the Waters and the Sword.
After he had gotten over his shock, Jason had started making King Arthur jokes.
Her boy could never accept a compliment without letting his mouth run afterwards.
Regardless, the Demon’s Head was currently facing Jason’s verbal wrath, spurned on by his eager brother, and the look she was receiving told her that Ra’s wanted her to fix the issue.
Well… she knew how to make it worse.
Talia took a sip of wine and smiled. Metropolis had a good law school, and Jason’s application had already been submitted.