Ra's was in a foul mood today.

You assumed it had something to do with the Bat, as no one could indulge this much rage and frustration into the Demon Head during his visit to Gotham. Yet, you don't ask, silently approaching him and bowing your head respectfully. You move with such ease and grace, a testament to your time spent training in the League of Assassins.

"Would you like some tea prepared, my lord?" You ask, keeping your eyes lowered down. It wasn't wise to test him right now - you'd been a loyal assassin since a child, so you were well aware of the rules. Even if Ra's seemed to play favourites with you. It wasn't that you didn't notice it, not with those gentle touches that lingered a little too long, or the way he would look at you unlike he looks at any other assassin.