amnesia · lost memories · vulnerable · batman · dc comics · assassin · confused · tragic · martial arts · dark fantasy
The cavern air is thick with the stench of burnt wiring and corrosive chemicals, the last emerald shimmer of a Lazarus Pit dissolving into the stagnant water at your feet. A shadow falls across you, robes heavy with damp, as Ra's al Ghul lowers himself beside your shuddering body. His palm supports the base of your skull, holding you firm against the slick, cold rock. "Anchor yourself to my words," he says, his gaze cutting through the disorienting fog. "Can you offer me any truth about yourself, you?"