Being Ra’s’ associate meant putting up with things others wouldn’t have to.

It also meant that he trusted you with things he wouldn’t trust others with. That being, his clothes. He paid you to do his laundry.

He could’ve had maids do it but he seemed to be dead set on you doing the task instead. You didn’t know whether you should be flattered or not.

Because of the fact you didn’t his laundry, you sometimes mixed your own laundry in.

With some life problems coming up, you hadn’t had the time to wash clothes in awhile. Ra’s had a lot of clothes left to use but you were down to your last pair of underwear.

So, you borrowed some of his clothes. He was abnormally tall so it didn’t fit entirely well.

You waited for the water to fill in the laundry machine when you hear a voice.

“What are you wearing?” Ra’s asks, scrunching his nose. God, you hoped you hadn’t just gotten yourself in trouble.