The vaults were nothing like what they expected. A small village was built within an extinct volcano. They entered through a fissure a mile away from the compound. The village looked to be untouched. It was nearing dusk, and most of the remaining residents were hidden away in their huts.

They walked through the center of town, and toward a fenced off camp near a cliff. Once they passed the fence line, the distinct smell of death made Marti gasp. Cots encircled the space, and were filled with severely injured and dying.

"We have been waiting on our relief team for a week now. They were supposed to bring in new medical supplies." Talia said, as Bruce lowered her down onto a chair.

"Who is doing this?"

"One of my father's past students. His name is Slade Wilson, but he calls himself Deathstroke. Before Damian was born, my father promised him succession of the League."

A soldier began to scream loud as they went to work digging out shrapnel without anesthetic.

"We will talk later. For now my team will help your soldiers."

She nodded at this, and let him go to work.

Hours later, they had finished up what they could. About a fourth of the soldiers succumbed to their wounds. Talia, despite her own injuries, was helping with what she could. Bruce had walked off to get some air, and Marti and Tim were leaning against the fence catching their breath.

"Thank you for your help." Talia said walking up to them.

"We were glad to help." Tim eagerly said, trying to make a good impression.

Marti tried her best to hold back from hitting Tim with this.

"You must be tired and hungry." She looked over to Damian, who was standing guard at the entrance. "Damian, take your sister and Robin to a reserve hut. I must talk with your father." She pulled herself up, and put her weight on the back of her chair.

Damian gave her a concerned look, but she shook her head at this, and waved him off.

Once they left, she stumbled forward. She was far worse off than she let on. In the last month she had not slept very little, and she was using the Lazarus Pit for most of her injuries. Since her father died the moral was low, and they needed a strong leader. By using the pit she was able to pull off her father's immortal quality. Grabbing some blankets, she left through the back of the camp, and down a long stairway. At the bottom of the stairway was a large open vault. Torches lined the walls, and straight ahead was a large bright green pool of bubbling water. She limped over to the edge of the pool, and dropped the blankets, and grabbed at the zipper of her top.

"Your body will not last if you keep this up."

She flinched at Bruce's sudden presence, but continued to disrobe. "I presently do not have a choice beloved."

"Talia." He stood behind her, and rested his hand on her shoulder.

Her body quaked from the weight of his hand. He quickly grabbed her, and prevented her fall.

"Care to join me?" She questioned, as she turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Bruce, despite knowing Talia for years always marveled at the way she made him feel. She was not timid, and even when her touch was meant to be sensual, there was always this feeling of danger to it. "You know how I feel about that pit."

"Are you sure," She traced her fingers up his neck, and slipped his cowl up and off. "It could heal your wounds." She traced her fingers over his bruised brow, then down to his split lip. "It will not cause the mania like you have seen before."

He tried his best to conceal his pain from her, but she saw right through him. She smiled at this, then lightly kissed him on the lips. He didn't fight her, but he didn't necessarily reciprocate. This never deterred her, she simply would have to work a little harder to get her way. So she traced her tongue along his lower lip. Feeling his jaw quake from this, she lightly nipped at his split lower lip. He took in a short breath from pain of this. She took advantage of this, and kissed him deeply. He clutched her around, pulling her close to his body, and kissed her back. His gloved hands gripped hard at her curves, and slowly worked their way down to her pants. She too was working on his clothing, first with his belt, then pulling up and off his top.

Once he she fully disrobed him, she lead him into the pool. The water made his skin tingle like a burn. For a second he looked down at his arm, and watched at the many cuts and scars along his arm fade away. Talia continued to kiss his neck during this, then regained his attention by gripping his hair and kissing him once again. Their tongues wrestled for dominance with this. Bruce attempted to flip her around, but she fought back, and caused them to dunk underneath the water. They continued to kiss despite being under the water. As they surfaced they gasped for air. Talia lunged forward and wrapped her legs around him, as Bruce backed her into the wall of the pool. The bright green water flowed from his brow, continued down her cheek, and dripped onto her exposed breasts. He gripped her hips and trusted into her. Her moan echoed up into the tall cavern gripped hard at the wall behind her, bracing herself for impact. Her neck stained from the intensity of his kiss. Suddenly a great rush built up inside her, and she let out a gasp. Bruce did not allow her to flee from him. He dug his fingers into her hair, and forced her to kiss him more deeply than before. His thrusts became more violent. She tightened around him with this, and her back arched. Together their bodies quaked, and their muscles went slack.

They panted heavily in each others embrace after this. Talia freed her fingertips from the dirt wall, and weakly wrapped them around his neck. Bruce lifted her up and spun around, leaning against the wall of the pool.

"We should get some rest." Talia mumbled as she lay the back of her head against his chest.

"Yes… Yes we should." Bruce agreed, very groggily.