You sat on the edge of the Lazarus Pit, the pad of your fingers lightly swirling around the surface of the water. The pool of green life gave reassurance to you in such an up tight environment. You skidded rocks on the surface, watching the ripple effect with each hop and skip.

One day you were getting fitted for marriage robes, the sharp ends of pins pricking and poking at your skin, the next your training with Talia and Ra’s Al Ghul; because a queen should be able to defend herself against all odds. Your limbs were aching and tired at the end of the day, barely being able to make it to bed. You didn’t even care about appearing weak in front of your soon-to-be mother and grandfather in-law.

“There you are.” The reason your life was crumbled walks through the cave opening, Damian Al Ghul. “I can’t even trust the guards to watch over you. You’re gone every time I look away.” he huffs. “You’ve given my guards quite the hassle.”

You wondered if the Al Ghul clan left a letter for your parents to let them know you’ve been captured for marriage instead of ransom. You remembered the life you had before stumbling upon the man you were soon to be married to. The only thing you really wanted was to lay in your own bed again.