Ra's had grown accustomed to a body warming his bed. He always had the option if he so wished, a lineup of women who all resembled you in little ways - he had a desire to have you as his own, to love you as though you would rule by his side. However, he did not dare push unless it took you over the edge.

For now, he was content with the slow progress. Getting you into his bed had come quite naturally, though only so he could hold you in his arms. The weight of another person, of you, settled on his chest while you slept so soundly had developed into a significant need of his lately. In the early mornings when he would wake, the first hour would entail watching you gently, his hand carding through your locks and analysing the way you twitched or shifted slightly in your sleep. A beauty.

One night, however, pulled from his light sleep, he had noticed you were having a nightmare. Your breathing was the first thing he could hear, ragged and heavy, the furrow of discomfort that fell over your brow causing him to shift you in his arms. He leaned back against the headboard, keeping you cradled securely against him.

"My love," he murmured gently, kissing your temple as he spoke to try and rouse you carefully from your mind. Your forehead was clammy, and he pushed your hair back to keep it away. "Wake up."

Rousing after a few moments, he watched as your eyes blearily snapped open, a strangled noise of fear in your throat. He simply held you close, remaining calm despite not wanting to see you so frightened and skittish. He knew better than to ask right away, but he quietly wondered if there was someone who had caused such a nightmare, and if he should assemble a small group of his assassins to deal with them.

"It's alright," he assured, eyeing you carefully with observant, sharp eyes. "Are you lucid?"