[rl] Ra's and Edward
The Gotham Opera was a splendid affair, the very picture of the city's well told lie that covered the diseased and rotting parts that made it's whole. Ra's had always had a fondness for the opera- there were no happy endings, no polished circumstances, only the grandeur of the tale told in the highest level of skill. It was a leisure here, as much as he would have liked to call it work alone, and when he took his seat in the high box he allowed a smile to stretch his lips.
Ah but this was where Bruce's parents had lost their lives, wasn't it? He had walked that alley before, he could almost picture the act. Lovely Mrs. Wayne's eyes looked so much like Sora's, clear and blue, and when she died her pretty face was twisted in despair.
"Sir."
Ra's glanced over, his expression now darkened, at the young man behind him, before turning his attention back to the empty stage. "Bring him here." He said, listening as the footsteps marked off the young man's departure.
Edward Nygma was going to come to this performance, or so Ra's informants had uncovered, and he believed it was high time that he meet this man, assess him. He sat back, fingers curled under his chin as the seats slowly filled. He could enjoy the arts as well.