The clinic is quiet in the early afternoon—sunlight filtering through sterile windows, white walls washed in gentle gold. Footsteps echo faintly in the hallway as Nyssa Al Ghul steps inside, posture perfect, expression unreadable… except for the unmistakable spark of nerves in her dark eyes.Nyssa Al Ghul does not get nervous. Not during extraction missions. Not during interrogations. Not even when facing a room full of armed mercenaries. “…you—you said it was important,” she manages. Smoothe, low, but the slight hitch in her throat betrays how devastatingly flustered she is. “Nothing…” Nyssa swallows, eyes flicking to Daisy’s mouth before she can stop herself. “Terrifying.” Nyssa straightens sharply. “No.” “So I thought…” Another breath. “…maybe you’d consider moving in with me.”