Nyssa was ready and presentable in her dark blue chinese silk gown.
Her dark hair was tied back in the loose ponnytail and she had the
blue poppy flowers interwoven in dark tresses that gave the great
contrast indeed.
She only put a pale rose lipgloss and a touch of perfume was all she needed. Studying her reflection in the mirror she looked presntable enough for a date and was sure that long sleeves of her gown were covering her wound from a sight.
The time was quite fast going and she knew she had to leave the hotel to make up to the meeting place. Luckly the limo was there for her to take to the downtown of Gotham and she had nothing to worry that she might be late if not early but it would not stop her to look over glass displays of the shops not far from a Wayne's Tower.
Everything went acording to the plan and she paced back and forth down the street enjoying the heat of the sunlight though she loved more the cold and icy weather like one that was back in the moutains. She had a strange feeling of being watched but no one was there and she preoccupied with the thoughts that her father was still alive somehow.
Clark flew at great speed back at Gotham City, to his old apartment and flew
through his balcony window and changed into his black bussiness suit, and heads
down and called a taxi cab, and went inside the car and told the driver to go to Wayne Tower,
moments later Clark steps out of the cab and pays the driver and sees Nyssa, dressed elegant in
her darkblue chinese silk gown, but wears the familiar blue poppy flower that the young
legend reconigzed, but glances back at Nyssa. " Nyssa, you look beautiful." Clark
replied and nervously smiles with his glasses.
Nyssa giggled slightly at his nervousness as he apporached her and she never thought that he was acutally wearing the glasses for it was quite unusal and he not had them last night. Oh well, many things come on the daylight eventually who you really are or seemed that way but she was not giving what she truly was.
"Well you are flaterinig me too much Mr. Kent." She replied allowing her voice to gain a slight purring sound of a cat as she spoke." We do not need to rush it is still too early for the lunch to proceed. So tell me why are you so interested in me? Is it becasue of my money of being the youngest heiress of large fortune of or becuse of something else?"
She wanted to know what he was up to and she wanted to know now. Bruce was only one who knew who she really was and remained alive and she shared his secret as well and wanted to stay that way for this was their fight togeher and it was only a matter of a time before Ras Al Ghul her father returned to gain the control of the League of Shadows. For now she had to wait for that as she started to walk side by side with Mr Kent and she was aware that he was keeping watching her blue poppy flowers she had in her hair as the decoration.
Clark grinned and chuckled nervously. " Well I wanted to interview you, to the city maganzine, you are one of the wealthiest people in the country, next to Bruce Wayne."In Clark's mind he knows that Nyssa has something to do with the attack from last night, and maybe even she is apart of the League of Shadows. "So, Nyssa what are you in the mood for lunch."
"I do believe it is your choice today Mr. Kent." She smiled gently at him again as she kept walking toward the cafe that she knew had a view toward the Wayne's Tower." Strange when the wealthiest had learned about my fortune they only wanted to rub the shoulders with me which does annoying me sometimes.Oh please I am not that rich as Mr. Wayne who is after all the Prince Of Gotham and my fortune can not compare with his at all."
I guess no one truely knows me but Mr.Wayne She thought in the silence daring not to reveal much about she knew about Bruce and the secret that they were sharing for very long time.
They stepped into the caffee and once they were escorted to their table for the buzz brusted around and the people truned around to see who she was with and then once more the buzz of the gossip brusted around. It was only a matter of a time before the press knew about this as well. Once seated they were left alone to decide what to eat and have for a drink.
"Alright, lets get into the bottom of this if you want the interview then you will get it but I have told you no tapes or the cameras at all and I am sure we had agreed on that haven't we Mr. Kent?" She faced him her eyes were slighty cold shade of icy blue waters as she looked back at him.
Clark looked blankly into Nyssa's eyes and the blue poppy flower that was in her hair." Well i really dont know much places here in Gotham, how about some Japanese cusine?" Clark replied. " "Of course, no tapes, no pen nor paper. But rumor has it that your family line is very much wealthy, even from the far east." Clark quoted.
"And do you believe in that rummor really? What does make you think that I
have some Oriental blood to begin with? True my mother was half Oriental but
that does not make me Oriental at all for my father is it not know to me at all.
Why do you ask?" As the waiter brought them the menues she communicated with him
on quick Japanese and bowing he left the alone once more.
"Tell me Mr. Kent what are you hitting at? Does this meeting has to do something
dealing with the attack that happened months ago and that you are only here that
you make you think that I was a part of it something like League of Shadows"
Leaning foward her voice was firm.
"League of Shadows is it nothing more than a legend and it should remain it unless you do not know what it means and some things should stay a legend and you can easly loose your head if you snoop too much."
Clark knew right away that Nyssa had something to do with his assassination attempt last night when he heard her voice by only two blocks away, but he was going to play this off.
" No Nyssa, not at all but the facts are all there, all the wealth and fame,
just like Bruce Wayne, I have read an article of Mr. Henri Ducard.." Clark replied.
"And do you believe in anything you read Clark, for I am sure there
are lots of gossoping going around even in the newspapers.You know
that and why are you so interested to know more about my father"
Nyssa replied back again with the question." Is it this has to do
something with the League of Shadows and the attack in the Narrows
few months ago?"
"I believe in some things that I see, and forgive me that I pray." Clark replied sharply."And the reason why i want to know more about your father, Henri Ducard, is because he was seen here months ago when the same time the incident happend in the Narrows.According to one of the sources here in Gotham."
"Are you suggesting that my father is a criminal and that he has
some ties what had happened in the Narrows? For a God sake! Do you
have any respect for dead!" Nyssa was beyond words furious now.
"What kind of a sources you got from that my father was there to
begin with at the first place?"
In her mind she could hear her father's voice telling her to calm down and she wanted so bad to hurt him and make him suffer. How dares he to judge her that way! In a blink of an eye she launched the attack her hand heading for one of the chopstiks that could turn into a deadly weapon if they are properly used and she headed straight for his arm to stub him.
"You are playing with the fire Mr Kent and and you will burn one way or another. My father might be dead but Ras Al Ghul still is very much alive and it is only a matter of the time before this city go into the hell you can count on that!" Her eyes were now black as the darkness as she revealed her demonic side for a second and then stubbed him hard into the shoulder driving the choopstick deep into a skin and driving the blood out.
"Commissioner Gordon, told me what happend, that night, and yes I think that
your father had a part with the League of Shadows." " I also respect the dead Nyssa"
Clark replied.Just as Nyssa grabbed the chopsticks and stabbed Clark in the shoulder, the
untensilsshatteres. Clark now knows her true intentions, and that she is a part of
the League of Shadows, People watched the incident and Clark gets up with a serious look
on his face and walks out. " I am sorry if I offended you in any way." Clark walked out
of the resturant and runs around the back alleyway, and takes the cab back to his apartment.