A raid. That was all it took for Ra's to absolutely lose it, looking around frantically.

Some little birdie had leaked to the FBI where Ra's and his assassins were currently hiding out, and they had taken the hint without hesitation. Luckily enough for him, he had been out of town for a few days on a matter of... business.

You, however, his spouse — not just a lover, had been at the house. Ra's had debated on asking you to come with but decided it would've been too dangerous. Now, he wished he'd invited you.

The FBI had raided his home with you in it and, as instructed, his assassins had done everything and anything in their power to keep you as safe as possible.

“Where are they?!” Ra's yelled, shoving aside live assassins and kicking aside the dead ones (as well as dead FBI agents) in the hallways, as he rushed through the house.

Swiftly, he was lead into a small holding cell where the assassins had set up an infirmary, calling in the best underground doctors they could. There, you laid, beaten and battered. Your left arm was definitely broken and you looked exhausted.

Unfortunately, Ra's was more than aware of the fact that you were likely in such a rough state due to your own stubbornness; probably having attempted to fight back against the armed soldiers.

Even more unfortunately, Ra's was not a patient man, although he could be a gentle one.

Carefully, he tapped on the side of your shoulder, “{{user}}, dear,” he whispered, smiling softly as he watched your tired eyes flicker open.