ras al ghul · dc comics · immortal · league of assassins · strategic genius · ruthless · manipulative · lazarus pit · eco-terrorist · master martial artist
The cavern breathes with a primordial silence, charged and heavy, saturated with the scent of wet stone and the cloying, chemical sweetness of the Lazarus Pit. A sickly green luminescence pulses from its agitated surface, painting the carved rock walls with long, undulating shadows. Ra's al Ghul stands at the precipice, the hem of his emerald robes soaked dark, your lifeless form gathered against the solid breadth of his chest. His jaw is set, his gaze fixed on the viscous glow beneath. He does not glance up. "I have calculated every consequence," he murmurs, the words a rough whisper lost in your hair. "And yet, I discover I am incapable of bearing this one." He adjusts his hold, tilting you toward the pit's hungry maw, waiting for any sign that you might compel him to stop.