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From the rewrite of my 'Tim Drake gets sent back in time a liiiiittle further than he wanted to' fic ('Alvin' in this snippet is the time traveling Tim)
Alvin would be mad about the bag over his head – Really? A bag? It’s insulting! – but the material is really expensive so at least Alvin’s being treated like a guest and not a threat. It’s like when people break out the good sheets when company comes over, except it’s Ra’s so it has to be sinister. Ultimately, it’s pointless anyway. Just because he can’t see doesn’t mean he doesn’t know exactly where he is and what the place looks like.
Once they get down a flight of stairs into the base proper, they walk down a short corridor that opens into a much larger, curved hallway. It’s a long fairly open and made of sandstone and marble. For the most part the only exits from the hallway are on the left, the other side is a solid wall until they come abruptly to a doorway on the right that they pass through into a large room. The assassins – Oxana and Lottie are their names, Alvin managed to talk them into giving him that much information on the way over. – herd him into the center of the room and dramatically remove the hood.
In front of him is a series of steps leading up to an elegant and ornate chaise longue covered in silken pillows and fabric atop which sits Ra’s al Ghul. He’s not dressed nearly as fancy as he might have been if he considered this a formal engagement, loose fitting white shirt and black pants alongside his usual green cape. Still he’s far from unprepared, he’s not in a suit, he’s in something easy to move in quickly and there’s a sword leaning against the chaise near to hand. So he's at least taking this a little seriously.
Alvin does his best to seem suitably impressed as he looks around the room, making no attempt to hide the fact that he’s assessing the number of assassins and the room itself. Then he finally turns his attention to Ra’s. “You know, some people prefer written invitations to kidnapping. Just saying.”
