This is Ishmael. Here, the Afroasian, Turkic, and Austronesian nations are superpowers...as is the common Allah they worship.
Welcome to the Lazarus Pits. They're deep. They're filled with a potion. The potion generates a neon green light, that adds an eerie hue to the caves they often occupy.
Legend has it that these waters are so potent, they can resurrect the dead. But full-time, the great leader of the League of Shadows, Ra's al Ghul, uses these waters to treat and heal after a long fight that costs him more than he can live with.
Tonight, his nude daughter floats in such a pit, on her back. She's in bliss. Her hair is raven...as she is Arab, just like her father. Also like her father, she's older than she looks. As a member of the League, she bathes in these pits whenever her combat injuries take more than common medicine to cure.
Often times, her father has warned her about the dangers of using the Lazarus Pits as if they were hot tubs. Alas, some children just can't see reality for what their parents do even when they have to...
Throughout the cave tunnels, there are golems. They're sculpted out of pure earth. A few are sculpted from stalagmites. A bit creepier, many are sculpted from stalactites...and they resemble how some vampires look when they sleep upside down.
These golems wear LoS uniforms. As it will soon become apparent, these are NOT decorations...nor are they meant to make the golems look cute. Nyssa hasn't been that feminine since she was a child.
Through the tunnels, a raven flies. He sure makes a lot of noise while doing so...but then, that's a raven for you.
Up ahead, Nyssa lies in the shallows of the pit, and raises her bare legs above the waters, and stretches and bends them erotically, before lowering them back in. That nourishing green liquid drips off of her legs, like precious oils, as she does so.
With her eyes closed and her head raised, she rises. She lets the potion run off of her, like a flood. She raises her arms, smiles, and turns in circles.
If the Flash were watching, he'd compare her to Top. And then he'd remember that Top is a dizziness-inducing villainess, and not a self-spinning one, like Turbo.
Near the pit, the raven lands on a rock. Matthew would hate to interrupt Nyssa while she's bathing. He may be just a crow, but he didn't start out that way. He loves the view of an Arab female's flesh just as much as any male human.
Alas, he's just a messenger now, so he caws it.
As Nyssa floats on her back in the potion, her eyes barely open. She raises her bare arms, and rubs her eyes. Her bum hits the shallows' bottom. She stands, wanders over to Matthew, puts her fists on her hips, and towers over the poor crow, like fucking Giganta.
The raven seems intimidated. He molts, a little.
"What do you mean," Nyssa booms, "he's dead?!"
He caws some more. As he does, her expression becomes more understanding...and yet, no more peaceful. But of course, the potion of the Lazarus Pits is no ally of peace...or a producer of it. And Nyssa uses them as if they were hot tubs...rather unlike her father, who once had more to live for, as leader of the League of Shadows.
But sadly, that's the message that Matthew's had to come to deliver. As you might recall, I used Ra's in the present tense at the start of this chapter. That was because that at the time, he was reportedly still alive. But now he's fallen to a better fighter, as he's finally met his Waterloo...whoever that was.
It turns out that Matthew knows that, too. For Nyssa, this is perfect. Either way, she would've learned the ID of her father's slayer. All Matthew did was lead her to a shortcut...as she doesn't run him through with a scimitar to do.
"You've given me much to think of." She wades from the pool, takes up a dark purple towel, and dries off with it. Matthew watches. Funny; Nyssa doesn't seem to mind. But of course, she is not Abby Arcane's biggest fan that Matthew's heard of.
Now, she wears a black bathrobe. She takes a silver coin out of one of its pockets, and tosses it across the cave. Matthew catches it, turns, and leaves the caves.
Using her fingers like tekko-kagi, Nyssa straightens her wet hair. Now, her eyes glow as green as the Pit.
"Beware, boy billionaire Bruce Wayne," she hisses. "I'm coming for your ass. And when I find it, I will SO squeeze it, with both of my clawed bare hands, until both of your buttocks pop!"
Alas, Nyssa need not try too hard with the claws thing. She doesn't know, and might not care, but it turns out that the girl who Bruce Wayne loves is so much better with claws than Nyssa could ever trust her favorite Coptic cat to be.