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↳ Talia-al-Ghul GIFset
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There he stood, soaked to the bone and pathetic as a mutt. Pity did not take a hold of her. “What are you doing here?”

"Well there’s no point in staying when I’m not wanted or needed."

"Then this is goodbye…"

"Exactly." he nodded, stepping back a bit more. "But if I were to return, would you give me a second chance?"

"I don’t know…"

[they finally had a moment!]
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There he stood, soaked to the bone and pathetic as a mutt. Pity did not take a hold of her. “What are you doing here?”

"But I came back!" he snapped but backed down immediately, his tone softening, "I get that you guys don’t trust me and I’ve tried so hard to make this better, but you are set in your ways and no matter what I do I’ll never be able to be back in your favor. So I guess it doesn’t matter what I do because nothing I do will put me back in your graces."

"So you run away again?" Her words sharp and cold. "That is what you seem best at now."

"Well there’s no point in staying when I’m not wanted or needed."

"Then this is goodbye…"

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The dream was as vivid as the actual event. Sickly men charged into their cell. Her mother pushed her under the bunk. They didn’t even notice her. Her mother shouted and grunted, but never screamed. Talia panicked, she could hear screaming but it never once crossed her mind it was her.

Her eyes snapped open, confused of where she even was. Eyes were staring back at hers; though not Banes’. Tears burned her cheeks. Fingers released the knife she had unsheathed during her nightmare. Body still tense, her sobs broke from her throat and the tears clouded the figure hovering above her.

"الأم…"

In that moment, that very second,they were the same person. Angry with everyone that ever said ‘it’s alright’. Angry at themselves. And just heartbroken. Talia reached out and took ahold of his arm and pulled him towards her. Bane always embraced her in these kind if moments; John needed it now. Her thin arms wrapped around him tight, burying her face deep into his shoulder. She needed it as well.

The reach was unexpected, catching him off-guard, and he turned, brow pinched, surprised to be pulled down.  Jaw set, he let himself be moved, lying down beside her, wrapping an arm around her slender frame even as she clung to him.  He could feel the dampness from her tears seeping into his shirt, and he held her quietly.  There weren’t any words that would make any bit of difference, right then, anyway.  Both of them knew the pain that haunted the other, regardless of different circumstances. 

Her body shrunk into his frame and her arms tightened. “Thank you.” The words were muffled but she meant every bit of it.

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There he stood, soaked to the bone and pathetic as a mutt. Pity did not take a hold of her. “What are you doing here?”

"No it’s not." This was a bad idea coming here, the archer getting riled up and defensive. "When have I ever let you down?”

"You walked away from us. You can’t just leave us because you feel conflicted." Her voice was rising, angry at him for not seeing what he did. "How are we supposed to know you won’t do it again?"

"But I came back!" he snapped but backed down immediately, his tone softening, "I get that you guys don’t trust me and I’ve tried so hard to make this better, but you are set in your ways and no matter what I do I’ll never be able to be back in your favor. So I guess it doesn’t matter what I do because nothing I do will put me back in your graces."

"So you run away again?" Her words sharp and cold. "That is what you seem best at now."

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There he stood, soaked to the bone and pathetic as a mutt. Pity did not take a hold of her. “What are you doing here?”

He scoffed and dared to stand closer, “You have my loyalty. I’m sorry that I can’t just hop to everything you want me to, but I’m still trying to see things your way. You’ve had years and you expect me to just change over night. It’s not fair. I would do anything for you, but I guess it’ll just have to wait.”

Talia stepped slightly back as he came closer. “Life is not fair. I expect my men to be loyal no matter what. You just proved I can not rely on you.”

"No it’s not." This was a bad idea coming here, the archer getting riled up and defensive. "When have I ever let you down?”

"You walked away from us. You can’t just leave us because you feel conflicted." Her voice was rising, angry at him for not seeing what he did. "How are we supposed to know you won’t do it again?"