It’s panic that claws its way up her throat, her fight-or-flight instinct screaming at her to run, as her eyes fall on the figure near the doorway in the safehouse, freezing her to the spot. She’d only come to pick up her new costume, her new name decided upon following her death and ressurection, and had not been expecting this. Even in the low light, his face hidden by the shadows, she’d know Ra’s Al Ghul anywhere.
“…What are you doing here?”