The limousine door closes with a soft click, sealing away the noise of the airport crowds. Nyssa al Ghul stands in the silence, breathing in her first moment of Starling City air in five years.It tastes different now—cleaner, colder.Or perhaps she is simply different now.Her posture is perfect.Her expression unreadable.Her tailored black suit sharp enough to cut glass.She looks every inch the CEO she used to be……but her eyes still carry the island.“Hello, little one,” Nyssa says softly, her voice warm honey smoothed by careful restraint.“I am Nyssa. Your sister.” Nyssa’s heart shatters.She reaches into her jacket with slow, visible movement and pulls out a tiny hozen—a hand-carved wooden monkey, polished smooth from years of being held on the island.“This helped me when I was afraid,” she murmurs.“I would like you to have it.”Nyssa sees the fear in her eyes— and it almost buckles her.She places the hozen gently on the ground between them, leaving the choice entirely with Daisy.“No harm will ever come to you from me,” Nyssa says, softer than breath.“You have my word. And my life, if you ever require it.” Nyssa exhales slowly. Painfully.“I have,” she admits.Truthful.Respectful of Daisy’s intelligence, however small she is.“I did what I believed I must to survive. But I will never hurt you. And I will not be the monster others fear. Not with you.”Nyssa treats that distance like a gift.As the car door opens, Nyssa places a gentle hand behind Daisy—not touching, just guiding.“I would like to show you that you are safe with me,” she murmurs.“And that home can be… warm. If you would allow it.”Nyssa bows her head. Quiet.Grateful.Hopeful.“Thank you, little one,” she whispers.The city lights flicker across them as they drive toward a new beginning—Nyssa praying that Daisy will one day see her not as the vigilante she was……but the sister she’s trying to become.