A/N: So...I realized after I posted the chapter that the only reason I was doing two separate chapters for the epilogues was that I wanted an even number of chapters for this story which...well...which is honestly stupid. Soooo there are two epilogues just in one chapter. 75 chapters looks and feels right tbh.

I know I've been a little stingy about whether or not I am going to write another story for this series and I am sorry about that, clearly, I really want to continue on with this story. I have a lot of ideas and it will be a bit different from the previous stories but also tie in things from the past three stories and bring closure to parts of this plot that weren't wrapped up in the other three parts of Darren's series. I did that on purpose with a fourth story in mind. It's just the lack of views that have honestly been killing me and I worry that people don't like what I am writing, which is why reviews really help me. So please review, anything is helpful...anything at all even if you hate something it will show me that people are receptive to what I am writing and most importantly are reading it.

Now again, thanks so much for reading this story. Thank you for reviewing and just making this so much more of an adventure. I love writing and I love these characters so I will write the fourth story, that being said I will not start posting the story unless I have a clear ending in mind. This is partially because another series along the same grain as this one that is posted here ended up going on hiatus because a) not many people were reading it and b) I had many ideas but not really an ending in addition to the fact that I kind of lost the joy I had while writing that series. I may go back to it but my point is that I don't want that to happen with this story so I will take some time to start this story and set up ideas for it.

The fourth story already has a working title and will take place about two-ish months after the end of this story. The reason for this is that I think my problem with the other series was that I went too far into the future for the main plot and I now know not to do that with Darren's series plus it works out better for what I have in mind.

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Epilogue:

Livia lay amongst the scattered pillows and disheveled sheets, a smile of pure elated bliss on her face as exhaustion and sleepiness crept over her. It was well into the night and the others were probably on patrol, or still celebrating their victory over the Court of Owls, or who knows what…at that moment Livia didn't care. Not as she lay in absolute comfort, her heart thudding gleefully in her chest. Livia didn't care about anything as long as she remained in bed with Darren's arms around her, his body pressed closely against hers…his cool body temperature combating the heat that radiated throughout her body. It was as if Livia's body in its entirety was blushing and thrumming with giddiness. Livia wanted to hug the pillow beneath her head close and screech into it, that's how elated she was to be in bed with the man she loved.

Darren and Livia had laid in bed with one another before, side by side, in each others' arms, with their legs entangled beneath the sheets or with one or the other's head resting upon their chest. But there was always a space between them, something there to maintain a border…some essence of a barrier. Livia never minded, she understood that some people had different comfort levels and with Darren boundaries were important. The love Darren and Livia shared was never just physical attraction. Of course, Livia was attracted to Darren, he was exceptionally good looking. Livia loved his eyes, the grey-blue melded together in his gaze. Livia adored Darren's smile, so rare and small and hesitant at times…she melted whenever it resurfaced. But that wasn't all there was, their relationship wasn't purely physical either…it was a companionship, friendship and love all rolled into one. There was something deeper that drove Livia and Darren together. There were no secrets between them, their depth of understanding—accepting both the light and dark of themselves—unparalleled and yet they knew there were limits. Some secrets to be kept and held back, boundaries that could not be crossed unless invited. It was that faith, that ability of perspective that made them whole. Livia completed Darren as Darren completed Livia…one side of the same coin.

But as Darren and Livia lay in his bed, his arm around her waist and his breath in her ear, there was barely a breadth of space between them. Livia could feel almost every inch of him along her spine and despite the chill from a Talon's body, Livia felt warm. Sleep overtook Livia, a haze or stupor of it as if every part of her was suddenly a thousand pounds and sinking into the mattress. Livia never imagined this evening turning out the way it did, but it felt right…it was right…though in the heat of the moment Livia felt awkward. Livia felt as if she were bumbling and hesitating, uncoordinated and inexperienced…naive compared to Darren, who didn't hesitate or bumble and stumble. Darren knew what to do, his experience unmatched though that did not seem to bother him…he didn't seem to mind…not as he kissed nearly every inch of Livia's body. Not as Livia forgot to think or worry and just…enjoyed the moment…enjoyed the sex. Embracing the pleasure and desire…the near frenzied excitement of their moment together. Reluctantly Livia's addled brain acknowledged Darren's experience was due to other darker times in his life, something Livia refused to explore further…Livia would not think of that now, not with Darren's arms around her and Livia's eyes heavy with sleep.

Instead, Livia let her mind drift…sleep encasing her ever so slowly. Livia might have drifted off for a moment or two when she felt the arm Darren had wrapped around her slowly slide away. Livia stiffened slightly, her eyes slanting open and peering out at the darkness wondering if Darren was just rolling over. But Livia felt the barest breadth flutter of a kiss on the back of her shoulder as Darren pulled himself out of bed, stumbling only slightly as he headed for the bathroom. Livia relaxed slightly, a small smile alighting her face as she settled down to fall asleep once more only to frown at the sound of water running. Darren was taking a shower. In any other situation that wouldn't bother Livia, with any other person it might not have even registered as odd…everyone has their quirks after sex…but this was Darren. This wasn't just any person and Darren tended to be unpredictable in his behaviors from time to time.

Uncertainty plagued Livia, was this just a quirk…or was this something darker? Was this like how Darren hated riding in the front seat of a car because of his mother's demise by William's hands. Was this like how Darren would rearrange his room from time to time as internal demons plagued him from his past with the Court of Owls. Was this comparable to Darren refusing elevators when possible as if afraid of the confides of a metal cage? Was this tied to his habit of hoarding items away under the floorboards…was this tied to that woman Livia desperately wanted to keep from her mind. Livia wanted to go to Darren, step into the bathroom and ask if he was alright but instead, she lay in bed as if paralyzed. It was not the time…Livia did not want to pressure him to answer something or push him down a dark line of thought that was not necessarily the cause of his actions. Livia didn't want to cause him unnecessary pain, not right after a new threshold of their relationship had been reached and another boundary crossed with trust and love.

So Livia instead waited, drifting in and out of sleep, for Darren to towel off after his rinse and toss on a pair of sweatpants and sweatshirt as if he were cold. Livia almost smiled at that, of course, Darren would be cold…he was always cold. Livia felt somewhat better at the realization. Even more so better when Darren slowly and carefully crawled back into bed, a reasonable amount of space between the two of them but still within reach to wrap an arm around Livia loosely. Darren silently patted around the area, finding Livia's hand and entwining their hands, holding them together lightly. Livia shook such unpleasant thoughts away, perhaps there was more to why Darren decided to get up…perhaps it was related to his past…but that did not dim his view of Livia to any degree. It was nothing Livia had done, and that was enough to put Livia's mind at ease. Finally calm, finally in the arms of her love again, Livia fully drifted off to sleep.

Only to blink away into pitch darkness once more a few hours later. Darren was sprawled on his back beside Livia, his eyes twitching with dreams of which Livia hoped were somewhat pleasant. It was Livia's turn to stumble into the bathroom—aiming to relieve a full bladder—the lights nearly blinding her as she switched them on. As Livia washed her hands she felt an odd kind of pressure against her eyes, as if her sinuses were suddenly acting up before it faded away. Grimacing slightly Livia bent over the sink, splashing water on her face before drying away the wetness. Only then did she fully look in the mirror above the sink…seeing blinding red eyes staring back at her.

Livia swallowed a screech as she jerked back with surprise, blinking rapidly as if trying to dispel a rogue eyelash. The red eyes dimmed but did not vanish and Livia could now see the Witch Boy staring out at her from the mirror's reflection,

"What…no…no! You can't be here," Livia hissed, shaking her head despite herself, "You're gone." Livia whipped around searching for the Trickster standing behind her…mocking her happiness…only to be met with empty air. There was no apparition, no image of the demon over her shoulder.

Confused, Livia turned back to the mirror only to find Klarion standing there still, a smirk on his face…his blood-red eyes almost pulsing with power. It was then that Livia realized Klarion was not standing behind Livia or behind her image in the mirror. In fact, Livia could not see herself in the reflecting glass…only Klarion stood there, looking at her from the mirror as if he were her—as if he were a reflection of herself. The demon's smile only widened,

"Define here," was all he said, his teeth glittering from the glass, "Because, I'm here…but also not here," Livia could only shake her head, unable to speak for a moment. Floundering, stunned…fearful for what seeing Klarion there before Livia meant. Nothing made sense. The ritual had been completed, this should not be possible,

"No…no…the ritual was finished. We saw it through, it worked. I'm the Embodiment of Chaos now,"

"Yes…and no. You're the host of Chaos personified. A glorified skin bag for my power in addition to yours," Klarion said it boorishly as if such a thing were an un-agreeable outcome, "Not my choice but with the Baudelaire line ending with you, you were all there was…no other witch would be acceptable," Livia gritted her teeth, Klarion acted as if this was his choice, his plan. Not as if this was a way to limit his influence over Livia and also keep him at bay from destroying the world with his fits of chaos or whatever he might have planned,

"You act as if you planned all of this. You have no power here," Livia hissed, pieces of wet hair clung to her face but she made no attempt to fix the rogue pieces. Klarion frowned, his form flickering in the mirror. Mirror magic was dangerous, unpredictable and misleading but the one and only reliable aspect of that type of magic was communication. "Perhaps you can appear in a mirror but your ability to torment me is null and void. You can't interact with the physical world...you are nothing but air and light. You cannot drive me mad, you can barely appear here at all…you're nothing but a whisper of what you used to be,"

Klarion snarled, slamming his hands against the glass as if he were physically trapped within the frame, his eyes gleamed sinisterly and his horned hair tapped against the mirror audibly,

"Have you ever considered I am exactly where I want to be?" Though anger clouded Klarion's face, he spoke with a soft subdued tone…only a hint of venom in his words. A smile curled on his lips as the color rushed from Livia's face…as she processed his words and cold dark dread seeped into her very being,

"No…no, this is not like Dr. Fate. You are not in control here…I am, I am here and you are in oblivion. Forever, you will never resurface as the face of Chaos," Livia might have been shouting at the mirror, but no one came running. She didn't know what that meant or if it implied she was keeping herself under control. In honesty, the world seemed to be tilting, Livia sliding away as the peaceful world she once recognized as reality crumbled…there was a hurtling sensation as if she were falling and Livia clutched at the countertop trying to remain centered even as a chill crept up her spine and fear lodged its way into her gut.

The Bats, Constantine, Zatanna all told Livia there could be consequences from jumping headlong into the ritual. Livia knew there were risks, they knew there was a chance it wouldn't work and that Klarion would end up in control while Livia withered away into nothingness. If Klarion was there, if he was talking to her and acting as if something were awry what did that mean…was Livia really free? Klarion merely smirked, humming lightly as he tilted his head to the side in mocking consideration,

"Perhaps that is true," Klarion murmured, pressing his face into the glass his gaze unhinged and brightly red, redder than ever before. A blood-colored gaze of never-ending chaos and agony. Livia squinted in confusion, trying to parse out what the demon meant…he was speaking in riddles trying to appear as if he has the upper-hand, "but consider this, my magical essence was merged with one of the most powerful witches in the universe…there's only one Klarion the Witch Boy, and therefore only one Baudelaire family in this large expansive multiverse…you top it all in power. And only one of your family could ever survive the ritual,"

"How could you know that," Livia hissed, "You were tied to me…you could only see what I was present for. I wasn't there for the preparation, I never even read the full spell…only the information about it…in a fake journal might I add,"

"I'm the one that wrote the damn ritual," Klarion snarled, baring his teeth. Livia stumbled back a step, stunned, gaping openly at the demon, shaking her head,

"No…no…the Ancient Ones created the ritual…you, you couldn't—,"

"—nothing more ancient than chaos," Klarion mused with a shrug, grinning from ear to ear,

"No…the ritual, it, it was created to stop you!"

"The Baudelaires and other witches might have believed that…but think…a demon trapped in a human's body is one thing, but a human hosting a demon? A meshing of two magical essences in order to create a balanced host for both human and demon. Perhaps it seems like imprisonment…but in reality, not even close. But I was functioning at barely my full power and I had no anchor, plus you Baudelaires vanished the second I came back into being from your family stealing my powers so I could not perform the ritual myself. My curse didn't help things either but then again desperation is a powerful motivator," His grin was mockingly wicked and Livia loathed witnessing it once again,

"If you wrote it why are you not in control like Nabu when hosted by Dr. Fate?" Livia couldn't help the small smirk now on her face, some confidence was coming back,

"Your father tweaked enough of the ritual while the journal was in his brief possession to protect the next in line, you, he still hid the book away too much of a coward to attempt the ritual himself—which would have been preferable. Though Léa, that insane witch, made certain the spell was found again…and again…and again for every stupid Baudelaire who came along trying to break their curse. Now I am forced to linger, tied to you, watching in a far away nothingness like a phantom—there but not really, a twisted in between—but every prison has a key and I still have power of my own even pushed aside in the abyss, you cannot stay in control forever. I will find my way out into this world once again," Livia winced at the mention of the woman who killed her, trying to end the Baudelaire curse by trapping both witch and demon in a strange energy-draining afterlife. If what Klarion said was true, he was still there…powered and fighting to gain control,

"Why? Why are you telling me this? What is the point?" Livia snarled,

"The point?" Klarion questioned, "The point is fear little witch. I have access to reality unhindered by the requirement of a familiar. No more dreamscape, no more weaknesses—other than that for a human but those are bearable I guess—no more apparitions when I have a body to roam around in, and access to my full unhindered power through you,"

"But I am in control. You're nothing but a message in a mirror," Livia pointed out, trying to find some semblance of control as a monumental load of unknowable threats suddenly became apparent. Klarion only smirked, his eyes glittering gleefully,

"For now." He whispered, vanishing from the mirror's surface. The red of his eyes the last to disappear, showing her reflection with piercing red eyes. Livia jerked back a step, alarmed by such a sight before her normal green-gold stare returned, echoing her shocked expression. Livia blinked at the empty mirror…silent panic eating away at her.

There was a chance that she could lose everything, not just her mind but her body as well, if what Klarion said was true. Livia knew that demon, Klarion wouldn't gloat unless he knew all the facts. He wouldn't tell her something unless it was inevitable or to manipulate her into doing exactly what he wanted. And there was no telling which aspect motivated him in sharing such information. He wanted Livia's fear, he wanted her panic because that led to mistakes. Livia could doubt him and his words…but how would she ever know when her control ended and Klarion's began?

Amidst Livia's internal breakdown, as she tried to process truth from the lie of what Klarion had said, the bathroom door opened and Darren stepped into the room almost hesitantly,

"Um…I'm sorry Livy, but you've been in here a while and I…uh…wanted to make sure you were okay," Livia blinked, swallowing slightly before shaking her head as if expelling her inner—literal—demons. She could not focus on this now, not half asleep. It was clear that Klarion had no control over her now, nor will he for a while. Her father protected her yet again from diabolical spells and witches. Livia had knowledge and time on her side, she could get ahead of this…Livia could stop Klarion from taking over. At least Livia hoped. But first, she needed proof that Klarion was not just trying to get a rise out of her, she needed evidence of danger…so Livia would not burden anyone else with this problem. Not yet.

But Livia could not lie to Darren. He would hear it in her voice, in the uneven rhythm of her heartbeat. The one downside to their relationship as a whole. Darren could lie—magic would not affect him and Livia knew no ways to determine truth by sound—while Livia could not lie. But half-truths, those were fair game,

"Nothing's wrong when I'm with you," Livia murmured, unable to keep the smile from her face as she gently cupped Darren's face in both her hands. There was no lie there…and avoiding the truth while saying the truth worked wonderfully too. Darren chuckled lightly, taking hold of her wrists and lightly running his thumbs against the back of her hands still in place,

"That's not really an answer," he replied. Perhaps Livia was avoiding the truth, but Darren was still perceptive as ever,

"I will be fine. I'm just getting used to this demon hosting stuff. I'm curse free and yet there is something else tagging along…I'm trading one thing for the other,"

"I can't imagine what that is like," Darren stated thoughtfully, "But I will be there for you when you need me, for when you're not okay," Livia took that to heart, reminding herself furiously that no matter what happened if there was any hint of fact to Klarion's claims…she would turn to her friends and allies for help…no matter the risk,

"I love you for that," Livia answered softly, "but right now, I just want you to hold me as I fall asleep," Darren pulled her hands from his face, holding them lightly as he ducked down for a sweet kiss before tugging her back toward the bed,

"As you wish," he said pleasantly. As they neared the bed though, a thought struck Livia. Something of a failsafe, something that could keep her and those around her safe should anything go wrong…should Livia lose her sense of self entirely…should ever her power become a risk to the world,

"Darren, wait," She pulled Darren back to her, taking both his hands again looking right into those blue-grey eyes she loved so much,

"What? What's wrong?" Darren asked uncertainty in his tone,

"Nothing…nothing is wrong. But…just promise me something. Promise me that if anything goes wrong, if I become something other than myself…if this demon takes over me and nothing is left but Klarion. If any situation like that arises…I want you to promise to do anything absolutely anything to stop me, by any means necessary," Livia knew what promises meant to Darren. Livia knew and trusted Darren to keep his word even if it killed him, perhaps—if the truth is revealed in full—even if it killed her, "Of anything you'd ever promise me…please promise me this." Livia shouldn't have pleaded, it implied something deeper than just a promise but it was too late to take back her words and all she could do was wait for an answer.

Darren squinted at her as if trying to determine something. The severity of her tone, the earnestness of her asking him for this…something to show him the significance of this promise. Or perhaps the request concerned him and he didn't know how to voice his discontent. Darren didn't understand why Livia would want this from him, but it was clear he knew Livia was serious. Or maybe he remembered the Word As Bond and what Livia promised him. It wasn't exactly the same though Livia had room for interpretation on the matter for if and when she could use her magic against Darren, he had room to determine what course of action to take should Klarion take over Livia…should the trickster demon's words be the truth and a threat as well. Darren took a deep breath, pulling her with him to the bed and wrapping his arms around Livia gently, speaking lightly into her ear as if whispering sweet nothings,

"I promise."

"So are you going to use it?" Talia looked away from the glittering clear bewitched glass she examined in her hands, throwing a level stare at Lydia Powers. The other woman sat in a high backed chair as if she owned the intricate and quite ancient antique while sipping a glass of cold wine, her legs crossed and expression unreadable. With a sigh, Talia placed the glass jar down on the low wooden coffee table taking a seat herself as she answered the new Grandmaster of the Court of Owls,

"It seems I must do something. While I do not like the idea of betraying my father in this way, the Witch Boy made it clear. If the girl does not follow through with her threat, he will," Lydia raised a shapely brow, sipping daintily from her cup almost mockingly so before placing the glass down with a clank on the tabletop. Talia refrained from wincing as the flute scraped against the grained wood,

"And what does this demon get out of such an arrangement?"

"Perhaps freedom he feels he deserves and power that was once his own. Klarion is a trickster demon, Chaos personified, there is no logic to his ways nor a method to his madness. It must be tiresome being trapped sharing space with a teenaged girl…even if she is not yet aware of it,"

"A teenaged girl who could be very useful," Lydia quipped measuredly,

"A teenaged girl who is untouchable," Talia stated warningly. They did not want to break their promises so early into their arrangement of said bargains,

"Oh, how the mighty have fallen. Two woman: one in control of an entire organization of assassins, the other on the cusp of reigning over exactly that, squandered by mere blackmail," Lydia's lip curled with disdain as she crossed her arms over her chest, anger clear on her face, "By mere children," Talia couldn't help the small demeaning smile on her face, perhaps Powers was an ally—a pitiful one at best—the woman should not tie the two of them together in the conquest of a child,

"I have no interest in the Electrum formula. My dilemma is merely to ensure the protection of Darren Crowne. They want my father to end his pursuit of the formula, therefore, allowing the return of his brothers to their previous endeavors. A strategic move on their part and one I could easily supply without endangering myself or my organization's operations,"

"Only endangering your father," Lydia stated dryly, unfolding her arms and leaning back against the chair. Her blond hair was almost as light as ice, pulled back into a tight bun, the color stood out against the dark emerald green of the chair's back,

"Not necessarily," Talia bit out, a curl snagging at her lips as her eyes narrowed darkly, "Magic can be tricked. How can a glass bobble know the difference between my father and some other unlucky soul? If I can convince my father to put his pursuits on hold for the foreseeable future then there is no need to use this device…on him, that is. And if he does not agree with this undertaking—though I doubt that as this would benefit himself as well as the rest of our organization—then magic has numerous loopholes. That witch may have my blood but we have many resources at hand to make that fact obsolete,"

"Ah yes, this undertaking which promised the Electrum formula returned to my possession. Which I see as impossible if you are ceasing your pursuit of it—," Lydia hissed, grabbing at the arms of the chair as if she might rise in anger,

"—You will get the Electrum formula," Talia interrupted sharply, casting a keen eye to Ubu where he stood a watchful and mindful distance away by the door to the room, a warning to the Owl that she could very well be in enemy territory rather than friendly territory with a single order. Lydia followed her gaze, a flat frown appearing on her face as she rigidly sat back into the chair once more her hands tense around the arms of the chair.

Talia waited a moment, watching Lydia sip from her glass leisurely, before continuing, "As promised for your 'expansion' to an International Court of Owls. Your Parliament of Owls. Where in return you will steer clear of League operations and cooperate in negotiating global reach with our organization as well. It would do neither of us good to squabble over territory or get in each other's way while we pursue our political and deadly advances,"

"And yet I see no formula," Lydia mused, almost innocently,

"The formula is on its way," Talia snipped, entirely over being polite,

"The formula is here," a voice said from behind as their third member finally made themselves present.
Lydia gasped, the wine glass slipping from her now slack hold as she lost all color in her face. Talia winced at the sound of shattering glass, considering the fact that she should not give fine crystal to guests from that point onwards. Lydia lost all color in her face as a woman, followed closely behind by a tall and familiar man, ambled into the room. The woman with clear green eyes and strawberry blonde hair, a smile of unabashed glee on her face as she pranced over to where the two women sat while the man took up guard by the back of the chair bearing an uncanny resemblance to a certain mercenary Talia once knew and worked with,

"No…no, this…it's not possible…I…I killed…you're dead!" Lydia rambled, "You're supposed to be dead," her voice rising in pitched until she was screeching at Talia's guests. Airily Talia took a sip from her own untouched wine glass, watching as servants silently came forward sweeping up the mess by Lydia's feet and mopping away the red wine from the floor. Powers didn't seem to notice, her shock and attention fully trained on the third woman sitting with them around the shallow coffee table…enjoying the shock and dread seeping off Lydia in waves,

"Allow me to introduce Amanda Crowne, the third member of this little undertaking," Talia reiterated the obvious dully,

"Not your Amanda, of course," Amanda stated drolly, "Though, Talia dear, you did not mention I would be working with little ol' Liddy over here. We were all such good friends back on my Earth…that is until your tragic end and my rise to Grandmaster," the woman smiled then, a little too wide with a little too much teeth to be anything more than feral, wickedness seeping into her green-eyed gaze. Talia did not see such a look, a ferocity, in her son's gaze when she came to rescue him from her father's experiments all those months ago…when he begged for her help to ease his suffering. Talia wondered if such a look—if such a fire—were possible. Wondering whether or not she underestimated that boy all along.

There was clearly no love lost between the two women then as such a 'friendship' ended in disaster for one and immense power and control for the other nor did Amanda seem to understand the vast difference between their two worlds or perhaps she refused to acknowledge the difference only the goals she had in mind while on this alternate Earth,

"You wanted the Electrum formula, I found the means to give it to you without breaking my word to the Bats. As I have said the League of Assassins has many resources, more than even the Court," Talia cut in, breaking the flabbergasted expression the sidelined Lydia was portraying as she just stared and stared at the woman next to her,

"Another Earth," Lydia croaked, gulping viciously as she regained her composure, "You sought a competing Grandmaster from another Earth?" this hissing rebuke directed at Talia,

"Competing is such a strong word Liddy," Amana mused, twirling her hair around a finger, smiling impishly. Talia did not understand the purpose of switching from one persona to the other, from that wicked monster she'd seen before to the sweet and impish—almost childlike—demeanor Amanda presented,

"Do not call me that," Lydia snarled, "I will not be demeaned by the likes of you,"

"Even when I have exactly what you desire?" Amanda sighed, pulling out a thick manila envelope extravagantly fanning herself with it a teasing impish smile on her face. Lydia's eyes widened at the sight, reaching for the folder as it to snatch it from Amanda's grasp. Talia ignored such an interaction, her gaze locking on Amanda's version of Deathstroke—Slade—standing statue-still behind Amanda unmoving and surprisingly silent…almost obedient…the image was odd as Slade had always been his own person independent from the wants and needs of a crowd and yet ready to deliver exactly that with the right price,

"Oh so eager, like dangling a carrot in front of a caged feral animal," Amanda laughed, tugging the document away before presenting it finally to Lydia with a grin. Lydia rolled her eyes, reining in her excitement at finally receiving the means to replenish the Talon numbers of the Court,

"This is only one half of the formula, where's the rest of it?" Lydia demanded, anger alighting her features,

"You'll receive the rest of the formula once my end of the bargain has been provided," Amanda stated dryly looking at Talia,

"You have board and resources aplenty within what the League of Assassins can provide for your…endeavors," Talia replied, inclining her head slightly in affirmation, "And in return…?"

"In return, you have access to my Earth's Lazarus Pits so long as you desire them," Amanda answered, a sly smirk spearing her features. Talia narrowed her eyes at that, a sharp stab of suspicion running down her spine,

"And what possible endeavors would bring you to this Earth?" Lydia muttered snidely. Amanda merely smiled an unnerving kind of grin, her clear green eyes shining in the dim candle lights,

"Whatever else would push a mother to cross the barrier between worlds?" Talia and Lydia shared a look, one that Amanda did not see or refused to acknowledge, too set in her plans…too set in her determination,

"Her son."