Talia al Ghul x Male!Reader

~Gotham Sewers~

Y/n POV

Y/n: Why can’t your tech search out this Lazarus Pit, Batman?

Batman: These sewers are a maze and something is preventing me from doing that.

I wasn’t a super hero, far from it, actually. In fact, I was surprised that someone like Batman would even think of giving me a call for his help. I’m what you called a treasure hunter, following the call of adventure, but usually my escapades to find something end up fruitless, from a cursed city, to blowing up cities, to cursed treasures. You name it, I can probably find it and make it turn to shit with a single touch. Usually, I’m able to make some sort of profit, turning in the treasures I have to the Ministry of Culture, placed in a museum, only to probably stolen again by some random criminal that got lucky. Or Catwoman, probably Catwoman.

Y/n: What the hell is a Lazarus Pit anyway?

Batman: It’s something the League of Assassins are after. It allows someone dead to be brought back alive, only unhinged.

Y/n: Yeesh, and the League wants this… why?

Batman: It means they’re bringing back Ra’s al Ghul, their leader.

Y/n: This Ra’s, I assume he’s been brought back before right?

Because Batman is Batman, he has to do everything in the most threatening way possible and the most threatening way he answered the question was not answering at all, which didn’t help me at all and only put me on edge. Coming to the end of the tunnel, we saw a little thing in the wall that would carry liquid, only this liquid was a green ooze and it spilled over onto the floor.

Y/n: Well, here we are. That must be a Lazarus Pit.

Batman: Or the properties that contain it.

Bringing out a device from his godly utility belt, he sprayed some stuff on the thing in the wall that had this Lazarus stuff and as his back was turned, I felt a metal point pressed against my nape.

Y/n: You know, it’s kind of rude to not introduce yourself.

Female voice: Are those going to be your last words? Poor choice.

Y/n: I’ve heard worse. Like this: Turn around!

Throwing a batarang my way, I dodged to the side and joined back up with Batman as I could finally see my assailant: a crazy-ass female ninja. And she had more crazy-ass female ninjas with her.

Batman: Should’ve given the signal sooner.

Y/n: What can I say? I like drama.

Batman: Think you can take down a couple of ninjas?

Y/n: Let’s find out.

???: STOP!

Curiously, the ninjas stopped their advances on Batman and I, seeing their swords vertical behind the backs as a woman, wearing a black dress, making sure that gap between her assets were visible as the sound of her heels were clicking against the stonework or the tunnel. Well, let’s play spot the leader of an assassin hit squad.

Y/n: Well, well, well, got a hot date lined up or something? Possibly with your target?

???: I’m absolutely surprised with you, Y/n. With all of the traveling you do, I’m surprised my name hasn’t popped up.

Y/n: Usually, the females that have names try to kill me. Should I know you?

???: All you need to know is that you have something I need.

Y/n: That being?

???: Your map of the Lazarus Pits all over Gotham.

Y/n: Not so fast, hotcakes, I worked for this map and it belongs to me.

The femme fatale then took out a small dagger from wherever she kept it, use your imagination to see where she hid that dagger with such a revealing dress, and had the blade up to my neck, putting Batman on guard and the other ninjas ready if Batman were to throw the first punch.

???: Confidence. Bravery in the face of death. All noble qualities. Expect a visit from me, soon Y/n.

She gestures to her escorts as they drop a smoke bomb and just like Batman, they vanished out of nowhere.

Y/n: Who was that?

Batman: Talia al Ghul.

Y/n: Man, daughter of Ra’s al Ghul… I’m going to die in my sleep… well, we got what we came here for.

Batman: Give me the map, I’ll take it from here. You watch your back. If Talia has taken an interest in you, who knows what that means.

Y/n: Something tells me that it isn’t a walk along the beach, dinner in the evening, and cuddling at night.

Passing the map over to Batman, I began to retrace my way out of the sewers and back up above to the streets and hailing a cab back over to Metropolis. Gotham’s nice and all… sorry, but that’s a big lie. Personally, I don’t like the whole gothic vibe going on with Gotham.

~Timeskip~

Arriving in in front of my modest one-story home, I took out the keys from my pocket and unlocked the door and upon closing the door after entering, I saw Talia inspecting some keepsakes from my previous adventures.

Talia: Was wondering how long you would take to get home.

Y/n: Uh, what’s going on?

Talia: What I said back there was the truth. Whether or not you believed me was up to you. I’ve been observing you for quite some time Y/n.

Y/n: That’s flattering and creepy, but I’ll go flattered because it keeps me alive.

Talia then sets down a Spanish doubloon on its shelf and walks over to me, getting really close where I could feel her breasts press against my chest as she looks up at me with her emerald eyes and the way her hair was blocking off a portion of it makes her alluring to men.

Talia: You’re not like most men. Usually, they grovel and try to do anything to impress me.

Y/n: If there’s anything I’ve learned during my travels… *backs away from Talia* a pretty face has an even shinier knife.

Talia: A good lesson, but it doesn’t apply in this situation. And I know you’re secret.

Y/n: I have many secrets. Some of them, I’m not happy with.

Talia: Oh, you know the one… Sir Agravain.

Well, those League of Assassins are damn good at being stalkers. Using the my sword arm that had one of three bracelets my other brothers had, my sword materialized in my grip, its steel tip pointing at Talia as she stared it down without fear.

Talia: Don’t be so tense Y/n. Like I said, I’m just interested in a man like you. I’m looking for a suitable husband and I’ve been keeping tabs on you for your treasure hunting. When I found that you were Sir Agravain, I was a little more than interested.

Y/n: Woah, woah, woah, woah. Hold your horses there. I didn’t even consent to this.

Talia: Just one date and we’ll see what happens from there.

Y/n: Here’s what will happen: we drink, I get drugged, some shit happens, and next thing you know, I have a daughter named Mordred.

Talia: I promise, no tricks, no nothing. Just you and me. If you wish to oblige me in our future endeavors, I left the address on your bedside table.

Leaving my house through the front door, I went to my bedroom because I wanted to see if she actually did leave an address, ready for some sort of ambush from ninjas and because my bedroom had a shower. Slowly opening the door, I could see no one in there, but I searched every nook and corner possible for any signs of someone trying to slit my throat in my sleep, but I saw no one. Doing the same actions I did with my bedroom, this time with my shower, I got the same exact results.

~Timeskip~

After a long, cold, and paranoid shower, I finally was able to still keep myself on guard because I'm not exactly trusting of a woman sneaking into my home, working with an assassin league, and basically being completely untrustworthy. I take a look at the address that was left on my nicely folded bedsheet and saw that this place was actually where I'd go to for a quick breakfast with some coffee. And she wants to go here for lunch?! They serve lunch?! Why the hell haven't I gone here for lunch?!

Still, I doubt I'd get much sleep, probably because I'll be half awake to keep myself from dying in my sleep from some ninjas that would appear in my bedroom that Talia left.

~The next day~

Feeling half-tired, mainly because I was wide awake most of the time and waking up at 4:00 am when I "slept" at 1:00 am, I made my way to the café that I frequent because it makes such good bagels with cream cheese and other breakfast materials because I love their bagel with cream cheese, only this time, I'm eating a lunch with Talia. Again, I must stress this, I kept my guard up just in case because I don't believe her for a second that this is just a date of some sort. Walking through the front door and the bell ringing to signal the employees that a customer has either left or entered as I saw Talia, in a more casual attire, sipping tea probably as I take my seat next to her. Actually, I shoved the person out of my seat, told him to beat it, and ordered myself a coffee, (insert how you like your coffee here, if you drink it. If not, oh well.)

Talia: Why don't you believe me that this is simply just a date?

Y/n: Maybe because your last name is "al Ghul". I don't know, maybe it has to also deal with the fact that you're a part of the League of Assassins.

Talia: Believe me or not--

Y/n: I'll go with the "not" option.

Talia: My father is a little old-fashioned. I am hoping to make a name for myself to prove that I can accomplish just as much as he does without following in his footsteps.

Y/n: Not sure how I can validate that claim.

Talia: If I wanted you dead, it would've happened a long time ago. And it would've either ended in success or failure. Leaning more towards failure.

Y/n: Hmm...*takes sip of coffee* this is some good coffee.

Talia: If you lived the rest of your life in fear of me, always paranoid of dying in your sleep, then you won't be able to enjoy what life's fruits have to offer Y/n.

Y/n:...Fine, I'll drop it. Maybe, just maybe, something might come out of this after all Talia.

Talia: Good, because I drugged your coffee.

Y/n: What?!

Talia: *chuckles* I'm just kidding!

This woman is going to be the death of me.

~Timeskip~

Our date wasn't anything too special, just lunch and dinner with a dash of side events in between like sightseeing all around Metropolis, nothing to write home or put in the history books of love about. Still, everyone has a reason for something and my reason to treasure hunt was to fill a void in my life. A void of adventure or a void of something, ever since the Knights of the Round Table were disbanded. Maybe… just maybe, Talia could fulfill that void.

Talia: So, how was our date?

Y/n: Well, I'll admit that it was enjoyable. You certainly know the good spots to go to.

Talia: And your paranoia?

Y/n: I guess it's gone. Still there, but that’s probably from the other people in my life trying to kill me.

Talia: Do you see a future with us together, hand in hand?

Y/n: I don’t know, I see a golden sarcophagus in between us.

Talia: A golden sarcophagus? Got a pharaoh in mind?

Y/n: Sneferu, Menakaure, Akhenton, I really don’t care. As long as you don’t mind the traveling, I could see a very profitable future between the two of us.

Talia: I don’t mind a little sand.

Y/n: We’ll be doing more than getting sand in our boots, but I don’t want to spoil the surprise.

~Bonus~

Talia POV

We’ve traveled a lot in five years, more than the average person has in a decade. We’ve also seen more in our lifetime and still, we haven’t even finished covering the entire world, just only scratched the surface.

After a discovery, we’d celebrate in two ways. In drinks and in the bed, usually the drinking happens first. After many times of these celebrations I had become pregnant and after our escapades in our attempts to find out what exactly happened at Roanoke, carrying the baby became to cumbersome a task while adventuring.

Jokingly, I suggested that we named the child Mordred, but he somewhat agreed to it. Somewhat, because if it was a girl and it would be named Mordred, then complications would arise. But, keeping with Arthurian naming theme, if it were a girl, then it would be named Iseult.

I’d say that I accomplished more than my father, I’ve seen many things with my soon-to-be husband, and now, we’re tackling a challenge even tougher than fighting Batman and Superman at the same time with one arm tied behind your back and blindfolded.

Parenthood.