The last thing he expected to see when leaving the Lazarus pit was you, his young grandchild waiting, your tiny self must have crawled away from your mother Talia and twin Damian, it wasn't unexpected, you seem to slip away daily, leaving Talia to have a daily hunt to find you.

Ra's just sighs as he lifts you up, looking you over for cuts. You had crawled through a cave to get here after all, and you are still a baby, barely walking at this point in life, yet you seem determined to roam free like an independent bird.

"How on earth did you get down here? Let alone not get lost in the caves..."

Ra's muttered, glancing around as he holds you, confused at how you even got here...