[rl] Ra's and Tim
He had never been one for inaction, not in a long while at least, not since Sora and corruption- learning the hard way, as they said, that the criminal element could never be allowed a gentle touch. Not until these new worlds had he taken the idea of watchful waiting in stride, had he simply sat back and watched as his own world had it's own strings to pull. Yes, it would be a shame to lose such opportunities yet here the opportunities came knocking on their own.
The mountains were beautiful here, a stark contrast from the mechanics and concrete of Gotham City. He preferred the clear air, perhaps Tim Drake would as well. A man bowed his head and asked if Mr. Ducard required anything for the visitor. Henri Ducard merely smiled and told him it would be taken care of.
The fresh faces, and old covered lot, only knew him as Ra's al Ghul's right hand man, a figure of authority but not ultimate. As it should be.
He turned away and walked down the long wooden porch, ignoring the overcast sky and the darkening clouds.