Blessed is The Fruit of Thy Womb
Chapter 2: Blessed Art Thou Amongst Women
cw: violence, pregnancy, blood, death
Inspired by @cyrwrites 's prompt of Talia being pregnant from exposure to the Lazarus Pits. Sorry long post again. If some sentences doesn't make sense its because english is my 3rd language.
Talia hums out a soft melody that is seems so foreiegn to her lips yet familliar enough to let the words out.
Let us rest on this straw mat
Gentler than what her hands of killing are used to, she scooped out her child from his crib. Softly rocking him back and forth, she caressed the tiny tufts of dark hair, kissed a delicate cheek, and rubbed her own cheek to the child's. The lullaby spilling from her lips,
Go to sleep while it is yet dark
Soon the clouds will disappear
And reveal a great light to light up the neighborhood
There was no wet nurse, unfortunately. As much as Talia would love to delegate the child care to someone else like she did with Damian, her youngest is just too important to leave alone. It certainly did not help that when they did try, the... sire seemed to disagree. The ground shook and the pits boiled as if in anger as they were discussing the matter of wet nurses. The glow and stench of power from the pits was too overpowering that they are left to kneel even as screams of terror overlaps with her darling child. Whatever was affecting them doesnt seem to affect the child. If the squealing laughter was anymore evidence.
Something dark and calculating took over her father's eyes as he looks over to the laughing infant. Out loud, he denies the practice of bringing in a wetnurse and instead, for Talia to raise the Child of Lazarus with her own hand and body as it should. It unexpectedly silenced the commotion. The interaction gave people ideas, theories that lead to...
That was what they called him and the title spread among the numbers of their people and Talia could not blame them. Even if the buzzing noise hurts her ears from hearing about it over and over again.
The night it was born, Talia looked over the child cleaned off of blood. Both hers and the midwife's. Even if she herself was present at the time, Talia couldn't quite explain how nor why that damned woman had suddenly gone mad nor was she to stop her from swiping the scalpel from the table and plunging it to her own neck.
It wasnt a clean death, no. It wasnt even a fast death either as she fell to the floor writhing and choking in her own blood. It was such a mess. Annoyed and tired, Talia had people called in to drag the body into the pits. Oh, well, she also had the other nurses and helpers shot and offered to the pits.
There was something in Danyal Al Ghul that makes her...enamoured. She doesn't quite know what it is but she just can't keep her eyes off him. The crystal blue eyes (that reminds her so much of her beloved) tinged with green and power behind them blinked and stared at her as if looking through her soul. Talia did not freeze nor was she anxious of what he will find. She does not fear having the same fate of that midwife handed to her. There is nothing to worry about. She is the Mother after all. She was Chosen. Lo and behold, she was correct once more as the child seemed satisfied at what he saw and snuggled in more close to her breasts.
With a shaky exhale from the breath she unconsciously held, a wide grin slowly stretches to her face until it hurts. Her own green eyes lighting up in adoration and maybe a bit of madness too. She could not believe it at first but the power held in such a small frame that tries to bury itself upon her breasts is undeniable. She can feel it in every inch of her skin. She almost even taste it. A shiver went through her spine as little hairs stood in thrill of the sheer power her...her child had just shown with a simple eye contact.
Her precious beautiful Danyal would grow strong and powerful. He would bring her family honor. She has brought her family honor just for bearing him.
A giddy kind if excitement overcame her uncharacteristicly as she thought about her child's future.
Singing more of that soft lullaby with slightly mad love tinging her voice that has never before sang a lullaby this sweet.
Behind the door stood a young Damian confused and frustrated as he watched his mother shower this new child with love whereas he had to beg her to stay just a little bit longer by his side til he sleep.
He looked over the new addition to the family and decided,
Damian did not like this child.
Saying that Ra's did not like the little interloper at first was understatement.
In fact, when he first caught wind that his daugther was fool enough to become pregnant, his blood boiled so much that he was tempted to have her killed along with the child. She was supposed to raise his heir! The one of his bloodline and the genetic material of that rebellious former apprentice of his. As is her place as a daughter. Not bear this...this bastard of dubious origin. How dare she sully his lineage!
He quickly changed his mind seeing the results of the numerous tests his daughter herself has demanded as she claimed not to have laid with anyone that would result with a child. Any child of his line would have some level of contamination from the constant exposure to the Pits, there is no doubt about this. But this... he would hesitate to call it child for that much level of contamination it might as well be a miniature version of the Pits in a mortal form!
Well this...certainly changes things.
It gave Ra's a reason to believe that this child was one that of the Pits, once he had cooled over his anger. As the Child grew up in outstanding standards and with training, it has become a sharp weapon Ra's could feel from before.
There was a little problem with the Child's tendency to go in blind rage with its form flickering to something not quite human but that was easily remedied by a few baths in the Pits. Surely, it just wanted to be near its other parent as much as it did for its Mother, his daughter, Talia. With its hair floating in flame like wisps and the green glow of it eyes is nothing less than proof that the Pits has deemed his lineage worthy of the honor to bear this Incarnation of Power a mortal body so that it may roam the living realm. Within his leash, of course. After that, it seemed to improve in bounds.
As much as Ra's tries to steal away the Child to mold it himself, it only seemed to actually listen to its Mother's word and hers alone. It would follow along her like a little puppy and bites like the devil himself whoever she points at. This would not do, no. That would be giving his daughter too much power but he supposed that would be the perks the Pits have blessed her for bearing its...child.
And his daughter seemed enamoured by the little demon child, clearly blinded by her love for it. It did not help that the child' mortal form grew up to look uncannily similar to her past lover. He guessed that the child simply form a body basing on the one person its Mother is quite fonder than most. Almost like it wanted to be liked by its Bearer. The slim yet coiled strength within the small frame, the stubborn scowl, the thick set of eyebrows, even the coloring of this child seems of like Bruce Wayne.
Ra's supposed that he can see the appeal of it. A powerful child of Batman with his likely inherent prowress and skills yet without the actual blood connection, he would not have any claim to this child. And seeing the bessoted look of his daughter, she sees it too. Even before the child was born, she had been subtly suggesting that Damian is to meet his father. For training or for raising, it did not matter as they both knew that the Batman has some claim to the boy even if he was unaware of his existence. That used to be a main source of trouble for Ra's who wanted a clear succesion of power and claim for his lineage.
But in the event of the birth of Danyal Al Ghul, suddenly things have turned for the better for Ra's. He has a powerful heir and a spare. Although its strong loyalty to his daughter might be a problem, he is assured that Talia will see sense in moulding the Child into the next Great Demon Head.
What Ra's didn't expect was the Child's loyalty to its older half brother. He thought that just as Damian loathes the Child, it would do so as well. Then again, he never really knew the Child.
One day Ra's stolen away the Child for "training", a test, more like. A test of its loyalty. There shouldn't be any problems with this as these tests are something that he periodically give. To keep the Child in its place and strengthen its faith in the League. The Child has never failed a test of loyalty barring the time when it still had its rages so there shouldn't be any problems.
That is if Ra's didn't tell it to kill its Brother.if not, someone else will.
Looking up to the enormous form of the Child of 10 years of age protectively covering the bloodied body of his Brother, white floating hair sparks like a violent wild fire, big sharp black claws on glowing white hand that fades to black to its forearms, big sharp teeth taller than he is snapping at anyone coming near, spiked fin-like spines that go down to it's long dark tail as black as the void black sceleras with glowing toxic green eyes fixed upon him, and a gutteral growl that shook the very earth they were standing upon.
Ra's then knew that he has crossed a line and he would come to regret ever harming Damian Al Ghul in the prescence of the Child.
With a lick of his lips and a geniune fear of his own mortality that he hasn't felt in decades, his eyes once again gleamed in pure greed.
I swear I want to say that the next one would be the last one. But i also want to write more of Talia's descent to obssessive madness for Danny and how it fucks up Danny and Danny's POV growing up. Also wanna write the batfam finding out about danny and finally meeting him. So probably... not done with this yet. i just...*clenches fists* wanna fuck him up so badly
The lullaby is Nami Nami.
