Prompt Post - Part Eight [CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS]
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Idly, she wonders if this is what her son would have looked like if she’d stayed with Bruce, taken his offer. And if she tilts her head just so and squints, she can almost imagine that she can see the little ways he would be like her - his smile, maybe, or his laugh. She can almost see him in his father’s house, laughing with Dick, who would have been his brother, and Alfred scolding them for some mischief.
She wonders if she would have been happy.
But instead, she had taken the familiar path of loyalty to her father and now she must look upon where it has brought her: here, to this room, and to the slumbering boy in the stasis pod. He is an experiment, a thing, to her father, with one accursed future planned for him.
The door hisses open and she comes back to the now.
“Lady Talia, you’re not sup-“
She whips around, hauling a small oxygen tank up and hurling it straight into the technician’s gut. He collapses, the air knocked clean out of his lungs.
“I am precisely where I am supposed to be,” she says, firmly, and retrieves the keycard from him. It slides through the scanner with a slick noise and then she can hear the dull hiss of the hydraulics as the stasis pod opens.
The boy rouses instantly, his eyes alert but little more than a flat and empty parody of her beloved’s. Otherwise, he is still, a perfect and obedient weapon in the shell of a child, devoid yet of any true shaping.
And that is precisely why she has come for him.
“Come,” she says, holding out her hand.
His eyes flick to the unconscious technician and back to her hand. He stares at it for a moment and then puts his hand in hers, leaning on it to step down from the stasis pod. “Who are you?” he asks, his voice a pale, childish echo of its true owner.
When her hand moves to caress the curve of his cheek, warm and not at all the cool porcelain of a doll, and she leans down to his eye level, he does not react. “I am your mother, habibi,” she tells him, “And you will come with me now.”
He obeys.
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(I like that you make Talia more sympathetic- everyone makes her a manipulative bitch, at least I think you're making her more sympathetic)
How old is Damian by the way? I mean how old is he supposed to be, not literally. 10-ish? Oh here I am prying questions and you've barely begun... XD
Oh, and this is going to be epic- I can feel it in my bones, so thank you... please see this through to the end. :3
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It's so cooooooool!
Alright, only one part up yet but still, it is very promising! I hope you continue!
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