Note: I do not own any of the characters included.

It seems I'm at least getting a little better when it comes to quick updates. This is in no way quick, but at least less than two weeks! Anyway, enjoy the chapter!

Also, sorry to everyone who saw what this chapter first was. I know that it made no sense, and that's because I chose the wrong document when trying to post it. Luckily, I realized my mistake only a few minutes after I had sent it out, so it's possible no one saw it, but if anyone did, I'm sorry. This is the real one.

A FEW MORE WEEKS LATER

Talia stared at the training equipment. Her eyes glanced towards the targets, some of them being for guns, some just for arrows. She grabbed a gun, easily aiming it at the target in front of her. The room was silent as she stared at the practice target, no one around to disturb it.

Boom! Any bit of peace left as she shot the bullet directly at the target. It was in the exact middle, not a centimeter off from where she had wanted it to go. Then again, guns were pretty easy. She grabbed a bow and arrow off a shelf, aiming it another target. She carefully steadied the bow, until it was pointed at the target's middle.

Whoosh! The arrow flew through the air, making a bullseye as it hit the middle of the target. Talia smiled at her success, quickly deciding she didn't really need to work on that. The question was, though, what she was supposed to do now. Her trusty sword caught her eye, sitting in the corner of the room. Talia scurried over, quickly grabbing it. Surely there was someone who would want to do some friendly sword-fighting with her.

It didn't take her more than a second to realize the problem with this idea, though. Her hand gently touched her belly, reminding her or the fragile being inside her. The baby could easily get hurt if she sparred, considering sparring usually involved getting swords stabbed at you at least a little. She could probably do a gentle sparring match, but the idea of losing the baby scared Talia too much for her to risk it.

She began to just slice and stab into the air with the weapon, just trying to get her training done in the safest way possible. Trying to stay out of danger was in no way normal for her, but she figured she had to for the baby's sake. She didn't know what she'd do if the baby was killed, or even hurt, and this was the best way to avoid such a terrible situation.

"I love you, my sweet heart," She whispered to it, hoping that it could hear her. Even though it was probably too early in her pregnancy to actually feel anything, she could have sworn she felt the baby squirm a little bit inside her. It was beautiful, even if she hadn't actually met this baby yet. Anyone that tried to get in the way of this Talia would make sure is dead by sunset.

LATER THAT DAY

Talia was just sitting in a chair, calmly massaging her belly, when she heard the door open, the hinges creaking as it did so. Her father stood in the doorway, gesturing for her to get up and come over to him. She quickly pulled herself up from the seat.

"What is it, Father?" Talia asked.

"I need you to lead an attack in a few days." Ra's explained. He gently grabbed her arm, tugging her into the hallway. Talia found herself being pulled all the way to another area of the headquarters, her father speed walking the entire way. The room they ended up in had all sorts of small objects placed on a large table. Each object was arranged in a scattered yet exact way. Ra's looked intensely at the objects, studying what he had put together just a few hours earlier. He picked up one of the objects, pointing to it as he talked. "Now, the plan is for you to go-"

"No," Talia interrupted him. She watched as her father stared at her, a confused look taking over his face. His expression quickly fell into anger at this rejection. Talia put a hand on his mouth before he could yell at her. "I can't go on the mission. It's not safe."

"It doesn't matter if it's not safe! You're an assassin." Ra's insisted. He turned back to the object in his hand, placing it down on the table again. "Daughter, I see no reason that you going on the mission should be a problem. Now, may I continue what I was saying before you so rudely interrupted?"

"But the baby!" Talia protested, her voice becoming firmer and more confident. She crossed her arm. Ra's looked up from what he was about to show Talia, looking at her with more confusion than when she had first interrupted. The confusion in his expression was much less angry than before, though. He almost seemed pleased at whatever he was confused about. Talia ignored the odd expression. "I'm not going."

"Baby?" Ra's repeated to himself, thinking the words over. He paused, looking at Talia for answers. He stood there just mulling it over for a second. Next thing he knew, his questions were spilling out of his mouth. "Who is this baby? Are you…?"

Talia smiled, "Yes, Father. I am pregnant. Sorry, it seems I had forgotten to tell you…" Her smile faded for a second. As unrealistic as it was, part of her wanted to not tell him at all. She knew he could find the whole thing very suspicious, and him suspecting anything could keep her from leaving once the baby was born. But of course, he'd learn at some point, anyway, since at some point her being pregnant would become visibly obvious. She pulled her smile back on.

"Congratulations." Ra's responded, a hint of uncertainty still in his voice. He took a second to try to figure out how this was even possible, but quickly tried to brush it off. A smile flew onto his face. "This baby, my grandchild…. You don't suppose they'd make a good heir, do you?"

"They're not going to be your heir." Talia's smile vanished, her arms going back to being crossed. She took a step back from Ra's, as if to try to protect the baby from him. Talia gently put a hand next to where she supposed the baby's head might be nearby. "It's not what's best for my precious child, and I only want what's best for them."

"I-" He stuttered. This was such a problem to him, having this "heir" taken away from him. Ra's wasn't used to his daughter being so against children being his heir. It rouse a bit of suspicion in him. "If you're sure…" He gave in, secretly trying to push away all the ideas he had of how to force the child into being his heir.

"Thank you. Now, for the baby's sake, I hope you understand why I can't lead that attack." Talia stated. "I can go right back to being your assassin once the baby is born, okay?" She began to leave, glancing back to see Ra's reluctantly nod. He looked back down at the objects scattered on the table, lost in thought. His fingers grasped the one that he was using to symbolize Talia. It was a small cup, a fancy design painted on the glass. He took it, pushing it out of the way, now knowing that she couldn't help. But it quickly came to his attention that just because she couldn't fight for him, doesn't mean there couldn't be plots that involve her.

Just a quick note that if you couldn't figure it out, those objects on the table were supposed to be like when people in TV shows and movies use things on a table to symbolize different people and armies when planning. You know, so they can figure out what they'll do and be able to figure out what the enemy will do and stuff? Hopefully you know what I'm talking about...

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