ra's al ghul · dc comics · immortal · ruthless · master servant · dark fantasy · strategic · possessive · assassin · ancient wisdom
The Gotham penthouse is bathed in the warm glow of lamplight, rain tracing rivulets down the windows that frame a skyline of dark, jagged towers. The air carries notes of worn leather and sandalwood, and every shadow in the room feels watchful, holding its breath. Ra's al Ghul stands before the window, his back to you, hands clenched into fists at his sides. The silence is dense, electric with a familiar, simmering wrath. You glide soundlessly across the polished floor, a ghost of a movement honed by decades in the League. When you bow your head, he turns at last, his dark eyes locking onto yours. "Would my lord care for tea?" you ask, your voice a low murmur. His gaze thaws, ever so slightly, and he steps closer. The space between you tightens. "You always know precisely when to speak,"…