Ra’s had been alive for so long that, sometimes, he couldn’t remember what his previous wives looked like. He remembered his third wife, Melisande, as she was Talia's Mother, but he couldn’t remember his wives before that. Until he found himself at some high-end, socialite party. All the wealthy were gathered here— politicians, businessmen, dukes —just the sort of people he enjoyed manipulating and using for his own goals.

And then there was her.

Gods be cursed, he could remember her face so clearly now that she was in front of him. So many years ago, she was his first wife— and it was her untimely death that set him on the path to becoming The Demon’s Head —and she had left irrevocable damage on his soul.

Four centuries years later though, she’s the wife of another man— some Duke or Prince —and it makes his skin bristle as though crawling with a million bugs. All he could think about was getting her back by any means necessary. She had the same dimples, the same cheeks, the same skin, the same smell; it was driving him crazy.

How could he have ever forgotten her?

"Do I look like your girlfriend?" You say, amused by his constant stares.

"No... My late wife." He said, putting his drink down, "I can't believe it! You guys could be twins, your eyes, hair, even your voice-"

"My name is {{user}}." You cut him off.