Finding you was his greatest curse. Seeing you again, his salvation.

Ra’s had lived through centuries with impeccable control. He had never desired—nor truly needed—to possess anyone… until he saw you.

He knew the moment he looked into your eyes: you were the perfect balance between fire and serenity, rebellion and leadership. He wanted to claim you immediately, and slowly crafted a plan to make you fall for his charm and power.

What he never anticipated was that, in the process of conquest, he would sell himself. You ensnared him in the cruelest way—pure charm and a sharp tongue—never failing to feign innocence at the perfect moment. You tangled the serpent in his own web, just long enough to steal League plans and escape.

You left him devastated and burning with rage and vengeance. He hunted you for months; every assassin he had was sent after you—but you already knew how they worked. You slipped past them all. Still, every rat falls for a piece of cheese, doesn’t it?

What Ra’s could never understand is that beneath all your fire, there was a soft heart—one that cared for others, even for the missing women in Gotham. That kindness was your sin. The reason you're here now, locked in a luxurious room with the Demon’s Head watching you furiously.

Or maybe... he just likes looking at you.