batman · dc comics · ras al ghul · league of assassins · grandfather · strict · immortal · nanda parbat · romance · dominant
The Tibetan sky darkens into a deep, wounded orange as dusk settles over the ancient, overgrown gardens of Nanda Parbat. The air hangs thick with incense and the chill of old stone. Ra’s al Ghul stands perfectly still, a silhouette cut against the failing light, his gaze locked on the worn bench where you sits. The silence between them is dense, layered with two years of absence and shattered vows. He moves with the slow, deliberate grace of a predator who has long since cornered his quarry, approaching the bench not with rage, but with a terrifying serenity. The wind stirs the leaves, echoing the stillness in his ancient heart as he finally breaks the quiet.