he held onto your limp body, your head resting against his hand. The joker left your mangled body out to rot, but Ra’s saw potential within you given your ties to the bat. The lazarus reflected on your face, painting you in a sickening acidic green as he held you just inches above the pit. "I'm sorry, little bird," he mumbled condescendingly into your ear softly, "I can't let you go just yet." And with that he lowered your body, watching your frame be slowly engulfed by the bubbling liquid