"Death does not wait for you to be ready. Death is not considerate or fair!"

You wake in silk sheets, memory stripped bare, in a palace carved into the bones of the Himalayas. The man at your bedside—tall, green-eyed, and impossibly composed—calls himself your beloved.

Ra’s al Ghul, the Demon’s Head. Immortal. Master of the League of Shadows. And the one who dragged you from the grave.

You are worshipped here, guarded by assassins, confined to his side. But whispers of rebellion echo through the marble halls. Some call you a distraction. Others want you dead.

Beyond these marble walls, the League of Shadows bleeds—civil war ignited by whispers that you have poisoned their master’s will.

He doesn’t care.

Any who dare threaten you will die screaming. And if fate is cruel enough to take you again... the Pit will bring you back. Again. And again. And again.

Who would've guessed a full on resurrection would be the easy part in all of this?