𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯'𝘴 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘥.

.   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   . . . . . . . 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯'𝘴 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘥. ↺ ♡

Each day is a little life: every waking and rising a little birth, every fresh morning a little youth, every going to rest and sleep a little death. — Arthur Schopenhauer

His daughter does not agree with him, but it is reassuring that she defends his honor.

Spoken like someone worried. They shall see what a Prince of Gotham decides.

Still sounds like resentment if he chooses otherwise.

He is old enough to make his own choices. Unless there’s no trust between father and son.

Wishing death on someone? Seems completely against his code. Perhaps jealousy has struck the Detective?

“As you wish, Jason Todd. I will send for @FistsForWeapons to come for you if you decide you wish to serve a higher purpose to humanity.”

“He is not like the Detective. He has already slain guilty souls without remorse. He is able.” Ra’s spoke, noting his daughter’s annoyance. “I had already considered yourself out, Talia. For a long time. I thought you only came around to ensure I have not grown ill.”

“Very well. Should you accept, you will have my word. You will have to earn it, train and pass trials to show the others I am indeed 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘥.”

“Focus can only be distracted if one has no purpose.” Ra’s said before turning to his daughter, his فتاة صغيرة. “I know who Jason Todd is. He has come from nothing, survived on his own and battled his demons. With more training, he would prove to be the Demon’s Head.”

“Not given up, simply choosing an heir for if and when my demise might happen. As it stands, the League would plunge into indifference should something happen. Should they want it, it would be up to you whether to accept or decline.”

“Explain.” The head of the demon spoke, eyes never trailing the beautiful snowscape; watching the crystalized dance of frost with each windy blow.

He was staring off into the mountains as his daughter spoke. “As someone who brought him back, gave him the tools to train, I believed you to be more approving.”

“Jason Todd, I assure you I am not. You’ve studied and trained with the League before, sought similar masters like your mentor did before you. I see no logical choice than you.”

“I am still in need of an heir. Bruce and my grandson are not willing to do what is necessary, to cut out the blight in humanity’s greed. But you, you have demonstrated you are not opposed to cleansing the populace.”

“I was wrong. Your mission to eradicate crime, while not perfect, is the core of what the League was created to do. As you know I’ve tried to convince the Detective to take the mantle from me, to be my heir.”

“Jason, with your resurrection done by my daughter’s hand, I said you would be a curse on this planet.”

“Come, my son. Become more than an outlaw.”

Stem the problem at the source. [@BEWAREALGHUL]