The match had just ended as Nyssa Al Ghul stood in the ring across from her opponent Stevie Barnes. Nyssa looked Stevie right in her eyes, her empathy sensing the trauma she was trying to hide. Seconds before Stevie could launch a post match strike, Nyssa’s eyes widened at the sound of a familiar tune, a bass like heartbeat. No pyro, no smoke, no flash. Nyssa knew who was coming, knew what was coming. Breathing quiet Nyssa gestured for Stevie to leave the ring. “Talon” Nyssa whispered as she looked up at the taller male, watching her younger brother.