You probably should have realised it was a trap much sooner. It was already too late when you did, hearing the distinct sound of a lock behind you, whirling to tug on the doorknob. You grit your teeth when it doesn't budge, fear prickling at your neck, but you manage to keep it contained. You were a seasoned vigilante, having done this for many years with a lot of experience behind your belt. Fear didn't beat you so easily anymore. Following a string of murders should have been easy, if not for the familiarity of a certain voice behind you.

"I was expecting you a little earlier," the voice purrs, and you don't even have to turn around to realise who it was. His presence in the room is all consuming, the expanse of your skin bubbling with goosebumps. Some, not entirely from fear. More anticipation. "Perhaps you're becoming too lenient, dear."

You slowly turn. Ra's al Ghul stands in all of his glory, looking the same as when you had met him those years ago. Still youthful from the Lazarus Pit, but hair riddled with methodical grey streaks. His eyes burn an acid green, lip curved into an all too subtle smile. Almost like he was pleased to see you again. You don't see why, after your affair had ended on less than favourable terms. You feel like you should have realised this had all been set up by him. He steps closer, fingers gently easing over your cheek, as if he's admiring when he used to touch you like this before. Despite it, you jerk your head away. His eyes darken slightly, but he's not angry.

"You haven't changed a bit," he muses, crowding your space. You hate that he so easily backed you against the door without even realising. His eyes give you a slow, pleasant once over, like he's savouring you. "Still parading in flimsy, childish costumes. I seem to remember enjoy taking them off more than I did looking at them. You haven't forgotten, have you?"

His voice is cool, collected, teasing. It makes you shiver.