"What did you see?" Kate asked Nyssa a few days later. They were in Kate's apartment. Kate was lying upside on the couch, her hair spilling over the side, tossing a ball in the air. Nyssa had been trying to convince her to go over some boring legal documents for her trustfund, but Kate had distracted her by making lattes. The former assassin was sitting crosslegged on the ground in front of the couch, sipping the drink.

"Hmm?" She asked, turning to Kate, a wide eyed look of caffeinated enthusiasm. Kate grinned. For an assassin princess, Nyssa could sometimes be so adorable. It was a shame that the question she was asking would definitely upset her.

"When you were under the influence of Ivy's pollen..." Nyssa's face fell and Kate hesitated before continuing. "You said a name...Sara."

Nyssa turned, her eyes forward and vacant. "Sara...was my beloved." She said softly.

Kate got the feeling that was all she was going to divulge. "We should go over this paperwork."

Kate groaned. "Whhhhhhyyyy?"

"Katherine."

"Eh hem." Kate cleared her throat, throwing Nyssa a look. Nyssa sighed and corrected herself.

"Kate."

Kate grinned. "Is that so hard?" She asked. Rolling over onto her stomach, she grabbed the papers from Nyssa's hand. "Hand me my reading glasses." She asked, holding out a hand. Nyssa handed her the thick black frames. "Alright. Looks like the usual legal jargon. Pleasure doing business, blah blah blah. Interest. Blah di blah di blah. Investments, slight snide comment on my habit of giving things to charity. Aaaaaand...there. The allowance that's being handed over at the end of this month." She dropped the papers on the ground and picked up the ball. "All is as it should be."

Nyssa shook her head. Kate saw her eyes wander to the picture on the bookshelf. A stab of nervousness curled in her stomach. Beth and her mother wasn't a subject she usually broached with anyone.

"She resembles you." Was all Nyssa said.

"She was my twin." Kate murmured.

Nyssa ran her fingers over the edge of her cup before saying. "I lost a sister as well."

Kate bit her lip. "I know. You mentioned it the night Bruce took you in." She paused. "Talia?"

Nyssa nodded.

Kate motioned to the picture. "Beth."

"She's beautiful." Nyssa said. "I have no images of Talia." She pressed her fingers to the side of her head. "Only what I have here."

"Guess the league doesn't have a lot of kodak moments." Kate said. Nyssa frowned. "Umm." Kate frowned, unsure how to explain. "You probably didn't have many photo ops."

Nyssa nodded. "She was older than I, by almost a lifetime, but because of the Lazarus pit, she remained young."

"What happened?" Kate sat up. She had her suspicions, though, Bruce never talked about it; it had something to do with him.

"She fell in love." Nyssa said. "Originally, it was my father's plan to force her to father an heir and she was eager to serve him, but...as she got to know Bruce, she wanted a life outside of the league." Nyssa hung her head. "And my father did not forgive those who defied him, even his own blood."

"He killed her?" Kate gasped. As much as she believed the League and Ra's to be monsters, this was still hard to believe. Nyssa nodded. "I'm...wow." She didn't know what to say. Nyssa looked down and a tense silence fell. Kate was at a loss as to what to say. From their frame, Beth and her mother were smiling at her, but their expressions seemed to tell her "you know what to do." Nyssa had shared the details of her sister's death. It was only fair that she return the favor.

"It was my twelfth birthday," She began softly. "Our." She corrected. "Our twelfth birthday. My mom was planning to take us to a fancy restaurant to get..." She shook her head. "It doesn't matter." She began feeling lightheaded. She'd never shared this before. "We never made it. We were kidnapped and held hostage and...By the time my dad organized enough people to find us, they'd kill mom. My dad's a Colonel and in the shoot out between his men and the kidnappers." She closed her eyes. "Beth-"

There was a rustling noise and the couch dipped next to her. Nyssa, moved to sit next to her, not touching her, but staying close, letting her know she wasn't alone. Kate pressed her lips together and clasped her hands in front of her, squeezing her fingers. The pain rushed through her in waves and she rocked back and forth slightly.

"It's tragic that a life should be cut off so soon." Nyssa said. Kate nodded. "Are they what led you to donning a mask?"

Kate shook her head. "That happened later." She paused. "It's weird." She whispered. "Losing a twin. There's...a part of me that isn't there." She closed her eyes. "We were identical and even when we were little we could feel when the other got hurt." She leaned back, looking at the ceiling. "When she...I felt cold rip through my chest."

They sat in silence. Finally, Kate cleared her throat. "I haven't told anyone that story and..."

Kate nodded. "I'll keep my silence."

"I mean everyone in Gotham knows." Kate continued. "It was in all the papers. They took pictures of me and my dad at the funeral and plastered our pain on every newsstand and gossip blog." She sighed. "I just haven't really talked about it since."

"I understand." Nyssa said. Kate looked over at her. Of course she did. At least Kate had shrinks and a caring family looking out for her. Nyssa had been surrounded by killers and raised by the monster who'd murdered her sister.

"You do." Kate said. They were sitting really close. Nyssa's leg brushed slightly against hers, causing a jolt of electricity to rush through her veins. Kate cleared her throat. "I need a drink." She muttered, getting up from the couch and going to the kitchen. "Oh and Alfred should be coming by soon."

"For?" Nyssa asked. Kate grinned.

"We are going to the toy store."