Wilson. Now it hit her. Of course. It suited someone of Talia al Ghul's nature to have a kid with Deathstroke of all people.
"I am glad he is not interrupting us now, Damien," Lian said with a small smile.
Yes. Because Deathstroke would uncover her for exactly who she was. And then she'd be fucked up the creek without a paddle.
He made her heart race. He was the son of two mass-murdering psychopaths, and he was the leader of the League of Assassins. He wasn't supposed to be making her heart race, wasn't supposed to be leaving her short of breath.
But he was passionate, driven, and intelligent. He knew what he wanted, and he took what ever means necessary to get it.
He reminded her of herself.
She locked eyes with him, letting her hand relax against his.
"Yes."
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