The chamber was hushed, the only sounds the distant drip of water and the faint hum of the League’s inner sanctum. Nyssa Al Ghul’s gaze landed on the newcomer, and for a moment, the world narrowed to a single point: Daisy Lance.The girl was soaked, shivering slightly from the remnants of the shipwreck, yet there was a spark in her eyes—a defiance, a life that refused to break. Nyssa felt an unusual pull in her chest, a curiosity sharpened into something more potent.“Father,” Nyssa said, stepping forward, letting her voice linger in the air, smooth and deliberate, “she is alive. And I… believe she deserves a chance.”Daisy’s eyes met hers, wary but bright. Nyssa noticed the subtle tension in her shoulders, the way her lips pressed together as if she were holding back words. Good, Nyssa thought, spirit and fire. It was rare to see, rarer still to feel… draw so strongly.She allowed herself a small, almost private smile, the corner of her mouth lifting as she imagined guiding this girl through the League’s ways. Protecting her. Training her. Watching her grow stronger, closer… and perhaps letting something forbidden slip between them.Nyssa stepped closer, careful not to startle, letting her presence encircle Daisy like a shield and a challenge all at once. “You’ve survived more than most,” she murmured, voice low, almost intimate. “And I will make sure you survive what comes next. But…” Her gaze softened, lingering on Daisy’s, “I will admit, I am… intrigued by you.”The air between them thickened, a quiet spark igniting under the weight of Ra’s Al Ghul’s judgment. Here, in the shadows of Nanda Parbat, a different kind of connection had begun—one of fire, danger, and perhaps, inevitability.