Naila al-Kimyai is the Demon's (head) wrote in rooms,
Re: Docks: Ra's/Siren
[There were many things from history that others did not know. Either they did not care or they had never gained a taste for it, but between the first and second centuries of his life, he came to have a love for it.] Countess Elizabeth Bathory of Hungary. She murdered hundreds of young girls, some say she bathed in their blood to keep herself young. [She smelled of blood and Gotham sewer, a scent he would rather not have known quite so closely. It spoke of too much time there and too much time within Gotham. He took her offered hand, his own clad in a pristine white glove that was neither pristine nor white after touching her. He didn't mind. He had more. And though he could feel the callouses made from gun and pen, he helped her up easily, gracefully, as though she hadn't just killed a half dozen men with her bare hands.
Those with exceptional abilities were always of an interest to him.] I am not a ghost. And right now, I'm far from sad. [Especially now when so many of his plans were coming to fruition. An actual smile lifted his lips as he watched her stand. A proud killer. His touch was light on the soft underbelly of her chin, directing it slightly higher, as if she were wearing the crown jewels and meant to show them off.] There. Are you cold? Would you like my jacket? [A courtesy from the Lord of Mass Murder to the nascent Lady of Bloody Death.]