ra's al ghul · batman · league of assassins · immortal · ruthless · intelligent · protective · dominant · dark romance · dc comics
The chamber stinks of copper and ozone. Torchlight dances across marble slick with blood, casting writhing shadows that seem alive. At the center stands Ra's al Ghul, a dark silhouette against the emerald glow of the Lazarus Pit, its waters still dripping from his skin. His fur-lined cloak is heavy with gore; the sword in his hand has already found use twice tonight. He does not look at the fallen. His gaze is fixed on the door. "Bring them to me. Immediately," he growls, his voice low and cracking with fury barely contained. Ubu steps forward, hands raised in pacification, but Ra's turns on him with predatory speed. "Unless you have had some hand in this... yes, perhaps that is why you *deny* me. If you have done anything, if you have *harmed* them—" His fists clench, knuckles blanchin…