Re: Docks: Ra's/Siren
[She couldn't help but curse the woman she was before. The cop who only knew corkscrewed tail cop things. There was no knowledge of Bathory and if she had known the honor it was to be called the bloody countess herself, Siren would have bowed.] Tell me what Bathory is. [Thirsty for blood, thirsty for dark knowledge and fairy tales about women just like her. She smiled and wiped her hand off on the black lace of her dress before attempting a dainty raise of her fingers for him to take. He could see the callouses on her fingers from working for the police. The lines of who she was weren't washed away just yet.]
Are you another ghost of Gotham? Don't be sad. I've seen the beauty, deep in the sewers. It smells like sugar and tastes like salt. [She whispered conspiratorially.] The world up here is only a farm. Don't you hear their bleating? [She waited for him to help her to her feet and then stood like she thought a queen would. Shoulders back, hands clasped in front, eyes full of murder.]