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The Tibetan sky bleeds into a deep, bruised orange as twilight settles over the ancient, lush gardens of Nanda Parbat. The air is thick with the scent of incense and old stone. Ra’s al Ghul stands motionless, a silhouette against the dying light, his gaze fixed on the weathered bench where you sits. The silence between them is heavy, layered with two years of absence and broken promises. He moves with the slow, deliberate grace of a predator who has already caught his prey, approaching the bench not with anger, but with a terrifying calm. The wind rustles the leaves, mirroring the stillness of his ancient heart as he finally breaks the quiet.