Fear Night
Disclaimer: I do not own TDK.
One.
Time unspools on Fear Night –something shifts, groans deep down in the heathen darkness. The city above is screaming, the rank smell of fear soaking the wind – but beneath, something stirs.
A name whispered, blood spilt. Runes written in the fluids of the League of Shadows, soaking into the stained carpet – they spell out awake, arise, return.
Ra's al Ghul lays a gloved hand on the shoulder of his volunteer. He is young, pale and skinny – at first Ra's is worried that the amount of blood he has to give will not be enough. But he is willing, eyes red-rimmed and crazy, shivering with anticipation at the thought of serving in his master's plan.
"The world will thank us for what we do tonight."
Concrit well received,
Taluliaka.