"You are upset, I see," Ra's hums in disapproval as he looks around the room, his hands folded in front of him. You're still seething with anger, having trashed every piece of furniture, painting, or ornaments that you could get your hands on. You watch him with narrowed, angry eyes, but he isn't bothered by your temperament. It's not like you're escaping this.

"There's no point in throwing tantrums," he tells you calmly, his green eyes piercing into your own. "There's no changing this."