Another Son

So this is my first story ever! I wasn't planning on making this my first fan fiction that I would publish but it just came to me. It was so easy to write that I just had to post it. Hopefully it doesn't suck!? Anyway I hope you enjoy reading this and please note that my first language isn't English.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

Prologue

This were her last moments with him. Her son.

She had only a couple of hours ago gave birth to this beautiful creature. The baby boy she was holding. The baby boy she would most likely never see again in 10 minutes tops.

She had never planned to get pregnant. But here he was, the living proof that she had been pregnant.

The baby boy was sleeping peacefully in her arms. His thin and short black hair looked very messy on his angular little head. His pinkish lips partly open as he inhaled and exhaled. His little nose twitched a bit when she touched it gently.

She only had seen the baby boys eyes just once. They were 'his' eyes with a tint of her fathers eye color. An icy blue with tints of green, a green you can only see when you were looking for it. It didn't matter who's eyes it were - hers, 'his' anyones - they were still the most beautiful eyes that she had ever seen.

And the baby's smile. It was so sweet and innocent. So filled with joy and happiness. It made her smile a little too.

She wanted - almost needed - to keep her son, but she also wanted to give him a better life. A life not corrupted by her father. Her father didn't know she had been pregnant, he thought she was on a trip the last few months of her pregnancy.

He could never find out. That was the only reason why she would gave him away.

The woman who she was giving her child had just lost her baby son. She had been there - in that same room - the moment when the woman found out. It would have been a heartbreaking sight for everyone who had to watch. Everyone except her.

Her mind had raced forming a plan in those few seconds. She would give her son to that woman. She could - would - love her son like her own.

She had asked the woman if she wanted her son, the woman had asked why she didn't want to keep him. Eventually the woman still agreed.

The father of the dead baby wouldn't get to know anything, no one but the two woman would know about this.

Now she was waiting for the woman to get her son. Waiting till she would never see him again.

The baby boy began to waken slowly. When he opened his eyes he looked at his mother with those beautiful round and wide eyes. When the baby was about to cry she quickly hushed her son by rocking his slowly. It worked better then she had expected it would have, it seemed to calm her son quickly.

She softly let her hand ruffle his hair a bit making her son make a soft and happy sound. He liked the touch of his mother.

The other woman would be here any minute and she wanted to cherish every last moment with her son.

She smiled softly at her son before giving him a loving kiss of his forehead. The baby seemed to be a little confused by this like he knew that it would be a goodbye.

The baby's hand shot out to her necklace. His tiny finger touching the metal of the chain. She quickly unclasped her necklace and clasped it on her sons neck. The baby boy smiled a little again, happy with the gift.

When she heard the door open and close she softly spoke some words in a foreign language into her son's ear with the meaning "Goodbye, my beloved son. Jason Peter al Ghul."

So how was it? I'm happy with it. Hopefully I didn't make Talia al Ghul OOC? I'm not very familiar with her character and know her mostly from what I read on the internet and from Red Hood and the Outlaws. Should I continue this story? Or just leave it to be a one-shot?