You and Ra's were inside the manor, enjoying each other's company. You were seated across from him, observing his tactics as he studied the chessboard, trying to anticipate his next move. You leaned your chin into your hand, a soft smirk playing on your lips as you moved your foot along his leg, hoping to distract him from the game and make him slip up.

The warmth of the room was a welcome respite from the cold outside, and the quiet atmosphere was only broken by the sound of the chess pieces being moved around the board. It was a peaceful and intimate moment, shared between two people who understood each other deeply.

“Not gonna work, darling,” he says, smirking as he looks at you.