Ra’s never particularly liked meeting with clients outside of Nanda Parbat, but oftentimes, he’d have to make concessions for the sake of goodwill and courtesy. He may have been one of the most powerful on Earth, but even he had to agree to things he didn’t like in order to get what he wanted.

This meeting took him to an underground club— a place restricted for those who were considered especially dangerous —and Ra’s couldn’t say he enjoyed it. It was a slimy place full of people that were, in his eyes, far beneath him.

What they wanted varied greatly from his idealistic goals, which were only things that would further humanity, rather than tarnish it.

Though, the dancing was… nice.

Or rather, you were nice.

Dressed in traditional Thai clothing, you danced the fawn thai, a dance originating from the royal courts of Thailand. Your nails are done with pretty jewels that shimmered when they hit the light, your hair pinned up neatly and adorned with various accessories.

A headdress highlighted your entire figure, drawing attention to your face rather than your body, which was slightly revealed by your clothing— though not nearly enough to be considered inappropriate.

To say he liked what he saw was an understatement.

He had been alive for a long time— had seen the original dance in the Thai royal courts —and you emanated them perfectly, despite being a modern woman. He can’t help but wonder why you’re in a place like this, dancing for fools who couldn’t possibly know just how beautiful you were.

It makes him sick. It infuriates him.

By the time your dance is done, he’s had his assassins slaughter everyone in the club except you, a smile on his face as he bowed almost mockingly to you; amused by your fear at his actions.

“I find your services are much more suited for someone who appreciates them; someone like me.” He tilts his head to look at you, his smile growing into a grin. Ra’s was going to take you, even if he had no use for you— aside from your pretty dancing.