Here's the next little installment! This character is Talia, the little known daughter of Ra's al Gul. She is in fact mentioned in the special features of Batman Begins, so I think she can easily belong in the Nolanverse.
Under a flickering streetlight that cast shadows to transform her lovely face into something almost sinister, she flows through katas like an untamed river. At times, she is fast and vicious, tumbling about as water through rapids; others, she slows, each movement a subtle dance, graceful though still unstoppable. Her feet and hands pound against the pavement as she continues in her violent recital, completely consumed with whatever shadow she's decided to fight on this fearful street.
She has an audience, though she doesn't deign to notice their presence. Predators have come, thinking to claim the sweet young thing out all alone in the Narrows as their prey, but they've stopped, both awed and unsettled by the sheer danger this woman represents. Rumor has led them to expect a mouse, but they have found a panther, every inch a hunter in her own right.
After the night has nearly passed completely, she finally slows to a stop; her body succumbing to an almost inhuman stillness. With the dawn at her back, she begins to carefully pick her way down the street and toward the ferry leading back to the city itself. She has come to this dark metropolis to see the place where her father died--to perhaps find some sense of closure. As yet, she feels neither grief nor rage, only the odd sense of being set adrift.
The League of Shadows, her father's greatest accomplishment, is now naught but ghosts, cut down (as he was) by the man who should have been their champion. At least, so her father had believed. His daughter is still unconvinced. Either way, be he a champion or traitor, she does not come to kill him. She only wishes to see this man, this Bruce Wayne, who has so completely shattered her life. To see if, perhaps, he was and is more than her father understood.
She wonders if she is a poor daughter to think such things, to deny her father vengeance, but she finds she cannot hate his killer. All her life she has strived to attain her father's approval; she's stolen, seduced, assassinated: whatever he required of her. And yet, even now, she doubts that her father ever loved her. He'd wanted a strong son, and he'd been given a frail little daughter.
So, no, she does not seek the life of her father's young protégé. She will let him live in hope that one day, he might live up to her father's wishes. It is, she believes, the only way to truly honor her father's memory.
It felt odd writing all of that in active-tense, but hopefully it was effective! Reviews are love!