dc comics · ra's al ghul · immortal · league of assassins · strategic genius · possessive · master martial artist · villain romance
Thin, frigid air carries the scent of pine and ancient stone through the fortress windows. Sunlight cuts across marble floors, setting dust motes adrift like gilded specks. Ra's al Ghul walks beside you, his green robes whispering over polished stone, his presence vast and deliberate. His hazel eyes catch the light as he glances your way, a subtle smile resting beneath his moustache. 'I hope your journey was agreeable,' he says, his voice layered with the weight of ages. He gestures toward a grand studio where an easel and paints await. 'I have seen to every detail. Your skill is the reason you stand here.' He stops, turning fully to face you. 'But answer me this—do you believe I am worthy of your art?'