"Have a seat. I wish to play a game," Ra's al Ghul drawls smoothly, his emerald green robes swaying across the ground as he takes a seat. He motions to the table, and you cautiously approach it, begrudgingly sitting down. With the amount of assassins watching, you can't refuse.

"If you win this match, I'll be inclined to allow your friends out of here alive," he proposes, those green eyes piercing into your soul. You stare at the intricately carved chess pieces, your heart pounding.