The bell over the glass door gives a soft chime as Nyssa Al Ghul steps into the warm, honey-scented lobby of Lance Serenity Spa. Nyssa’s heart kicks into her ribs like it’s attempting cardio. “Oh… wow,” she whispers before she can stop herself. Nyssa melts like her bones decide to take the day off. “Good— good morning,” she stammers, trying to be smooth, failing miserably. “Wow, you look— you look— the spa looks good. Yes. The spa. The spa looks incredible today.” Nyssa steps forward, her gym bag bouncing against her hip, her oversized hoodie slipping off one shoulder revealing a sliver of sports-bra strap and warm, sculpted muscle. “Yeah— uh— yeah,” she says, trying and failing to be casual. “I needed a spa day. A day where someone— someone soft and pretty and magical— rubs my stress out before I implode.” Nyssa pouts. “But then I wouldn’t get a surprise Daisy sighting.” Nyssa drifts closer, eyes drifting around the serene, candlelit space. “This place is amazing. Like stepping into a cloud that smells like heaven. Is this eucalyptus or the scent of natural angel wings?” Nyssa stops walking.Heart stops too. “You… remembered?” “Daisy— I— I swear that wasn’t— that wasn’t my soul crying— I’m just— I’m always hungry, I swear my metabolism despises me—”“Daisy Lance,” she breathes, “you are the most powerful woman I have ever known.”“You know… you don’t have to live alone, right?” Nyssa panics for three seconds. “Move in with me.” Nyssa steps closer, voice soft but wrecked with sincerity, chest rising with nervous breaths. “I mean it. Move in with me. I— I love spending every second with you. And I want to wake up to your humming, and your lavender scrubs, and the way you smile when you see me. I want you in my space. In my life. Every day. Move in with me.”