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Chapter 7: The Choice

The walk down to the dungeon was silent and heavy as the guards escorted Felicity. Unlike the last few times, she was not dressed in Sara's uniform. There was no need to hide now that Al Sah-him knew about her visits to Tommy. In fact, she hoped that his little minions told him exactly what she was doing while he was away. She'd been trying to play the "dutiful" wife this past month, but their heated exchange before he left opened her eyes.

Al Sah-him might not be as outwardly cruel as Ra's and the others, but he was still a supporter of the League and its traditions. She didn't know much about his past except that he'd come to Ra's as a young boy and had been raised by him. The superiority and rigidity were just as ingrained in him. Al Sah-him had yet to touch her, but what if what happened to Talia's mother happened to her? What if Al Sah-him's patience had a limit and he turned on her, too? What if she stayed and let herself be controlled to the point that she didn't recognize herself and just wanted it to end?

Felicity spent most of the night considering Talia's offer, once again weighing the pros and cons. When it came down to it, Felicity wasn't sure she could stand to stay in Nanda Parbat another week let alone the rest of her life. She was just so tired of it all. Felicity had spent most of her life fighting against her father, and she didn't want to blink and wake up to history repeating itself. She'd been on the run before. All she really needed from Talia was a way out. The rest she could handle on her own. Dig had helped her disappear once. Though that didn't last as long as she'd liked, they could learn from their mistakes and be more careful this time. Felicity didn't care if she had to move to a deserted island and live in a hut eating nothing but fish and coconuts. Being in control of her own life would be worth it.

Entering the dungeon, Felicity followed the now familiar path to Tommy's cell. She waited for the guard to get the key to open the outer gate. The sounds of rusty gears grinding bounced off the stone and echoed in the hall. Tommy sat with his arms wrapped around his bent legs. He was staring out the window despite the lack of view. Felicity breathed a sigh of relief

"You can leave us," Felicity told the guards. They bowed their heads and went to opposite ends of the hall. She couldn't be alone completely, but at least they wouldn't be able to hear. "I brought you some dinner. It's better than that mush they've been serving you." Felicity had asked Sahar for something special from the kitchen. Tommy looked much skinnier than any of the pictures she'd seen in the tabloids.

He'd slid closer toward the bars and took the bowl of food. "Thanks." Tommy sniffed tentatively and groaned before taking a big mouthful. "Who's your daddy?" he said through a mouthful of food.

Felicity giggled. "I hope you aren't talking to me."

Tommy opened his eyes and grinned. "No, but I can if you ask nicely," he joked and did a double take. He eyed Felicity from top to bottom, as if just noticing her outfit for the first time. With a whistle, he commented, "Wow, don't you clean up nice. Are you going to a ball or something?"

Felicity's cheeks warmed at the compliment. She'd worn her tan dress with the colorfully beaded leaves and flower buds. The handwork was exquisite, which made it one of her favorites. "Uh, no. This is what I wear every day. I actually stole—borrowed," she quickly corrected, "the other uniform."

"Why go through all the trouble?" he questioned.

"I told you before that I had to blackmail my guards to bring me down here," she began tentatively. "I needed to blend in or else I would've been caught."

"Caught by who?" Tommy pressed, brimming with curiosity. "You still haven't told me too much about your situation or who exactly your captor is, although I could probably make a good guess."

Felicity had been hoping to avoid this conversation, but she could understand Tommy's curiosity. The question as to why he was trapped in a cell wearing the tattered remnants of his clothes while she roamed free adorned in such finery was evident in his eyes. "Do you know who Ra's al Ghul is?"

"Heard the name but other than that…" He shrugged at a loss.

"Ra's is the head of the League. He and my father have been enemies for years. He made a deal for a truce and gave me to his successor." She inhaled, nervous to tell him the rest. "His heir is Al Sah-him."

Tommy's mouth, still filled with food, dropped open. It wasn't the most attractive look, but his shock wasn't unexpected. He seemed to know very little about the League, and she doubted that he was aware of Al Sah-him's rank. "Seriously?" he replied and swallowed the mouthful with a loud gulp. His easy demeanor evaporated as he stared at her in concern. "You're not—I mean, does he—it's not like a sex slave thing, is it?"

"No. I mean, not necessarily. He's, um…the alliance had to be made legitimate. So we're, uh, we're…" Felicity didn't know why she was stuttering over her words. Despite being furious about the arrangement, it wasn't like she couldn't say it outright before. Finally she blurted, "Al Sah-him is my husband."

Tommy's eyes widened.

Felicity continued quickly, "He hasn't touched me, though. I mean, not like that. Not yet. Or at least he says he won't."

But he wants to, said a tiny voice in the back of her mind. His promise about kissing her anywhere he wanted when he returned may have been to rile her up, but Felicity also knew he'd been completely serious. As furious as Felicity was with him, she was even more upset with herself for letting her mind entertain such fantasies. It had been a long, restless night.

"He gives me anything I want. Anything but my freedom," she continued, unable to keep the bitterness from her voice. "We hardly talk, though. I know very little about him. And then he kept disappearing from our room in the middle of the night. I wasn't sure if there was another woman, but I guess he's been coming down here. Although there could still be another woman with how often he disappears. Not that it matters what he does. I don't care. Our marriage isn't real, so he can sleep with whoever he wants.

"That includes the daughter of the devil incarnate. They were engaged—Al Sah-him and Ra's youngest daughter, I mean. She was actually the one who tried to kill me when I first got here, and she said that they were still hooking up. But like I said, I don't care. It's really just the misogyny and hypocrisy that drives me crazy. He's allowed to do whatever the hell he wants but God forbid I come down here and have a conversation with you. It's utterly ridiculous, which is why I made it clear that he doesn't own me regardless of some bullshit truce. I can do whatever I want, which includes talking to you. And he can just deal with it while he's away. I don't care. I mentioned that already, right?" she ranted. Felicity was about out of breath. "So, uh, yeah…that's pretty much it."

Tommy stared back at her in bewildered silence. She didn't blame him considering all of the information she'd just unloaded on him. "If you're married to the heir of the League, does that mean you're like some kind of trapped princess?"

Really? That was what he got from her entire spiel? Felicity resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "Princess isn't the exact term I would use."

He didn't look convinced. "And there's nothing at all going on between you and the evil prince?"

"Tommy, will you stop with that? This is not a Disney movie," she griped. "And no. Didn't I just say that I didn't care?"

"I know. I heard you all three times you said it," he carefully replied. "But you sorta sound upset—"

She didn't let him finish. With a lift of her chin, she declared, "I am not upset. I am indignant."

Raising his hand in surrender, Tommy stated, "Sorry. My bad. Just trying to understand. Believe me, I get it." He jingled his chain. "It sucks."

Seeing the swollen, red skin of his ankle, Felicity instantly felt bad for snapping at him. "Sorry. I know you get it. I'm frustrated, but I wasn't trying to sound like my situation is worse or anything."

"I think they're pretty comparable in their own ways," Tommy acknowledged. "But are you sure it's okay that you're talking to me?" He was quick to add, "Not that I don't appreciate the company, but I don't want you getting yourself into any unnecessary trouble on my account. Also, I'd prefer it if your 'husband' didn't come down here in a jealous rage and finish me off."

"He's aware that I come to talk to you. Hence, no disguise tonight. He wasn't happy about it, but I warned him off hurting you."

"You're sure."

"Yes…I think. He's away for a few days anyway." She shrugged and tried to joke, "Guess we'll find out when he gets back." Tommy wasn't laughing and so she offered, "But I'll understand if you want me to go. I don't want to make this harder for you. It was just nice to finally have someone from the outside world to talk to."

"I like talking to you, too," Tommy said seriously. "It gives me something to look forward to when I'm down here. Felt like I might be starting to go crazy before you came along."

"I'm sorry this is happening to you." Felicity touched his hand that was holding the bar and gave him a reassuring smile. "Are they still coming down to…?" She couldn't finish the sentence.

"No one did today. Only got my usual slop to eat. Maybe your talk really did work."

"Can I ask your advice about something?"

"Don't know how much help I'll be since I'm not exactly the wisest person even on a good day," he kidded, "but sure. What is it?"

"This is totally hypothetical," she prefaced, keeping her voice very low, "but what would you do if you had a chance at freedom right now?"

Tommy frowned like it was a no-brainer. "Is that a serious question?"

"What if someone made an offer to get you out of here? But it was someone who hated you and wanted you gone to begin with. Like this person is really dangerous and probably untrustworthy. Do you take the one chance you have to get out, or continue to bide your time hoping for another opportunity?"

"This is hypothetical," he repeated, skeptical. She nodded and he asked, "Then why are we whispering?"

"It's just a precaution," she dismissed and discretely nodded in the direction of her guards. "But what do you think?"

"Personally, I'd prefer not to die either way. But I'm desperate. I've got nothing to lose at the moment. Whatever it is they want from me, once they get it, I'm probably a dead man. So if it was me, it'd be worth it to take the chance," Tommy explained. Felicity bit her lip and looked down at her clenched hands. "You, I don't know."

Her head snapped up at that. "What do you mean?"

"You told me that your husband's ex-fiancee tried to kill you, and that you're always having to watch your back wherever you go. If someone wants you gone but failed before, why couldn't this be another trap?"

She quickly interjected, "I never said it was her. It's hypothetical, remember?"

"Whether it's hypothetically her or not, I'd say proceed with caution. I lived most of my life with a man who said one thing but did another. I never knew how bad my father was with the League, but I've seen him make business deals and double cross people when it benefited him. Deals that ruined some people's lives. A person like that doesn't change overnight. And if Al Sah-him isn't actually hurting you"—Tommy shrugged—"then maybe it might be worth it to hang in there a little longer."

"I wouldn't leave you behind," Felicity quietly replied. There was no point in keeping up the pretense.

Tommy's face was somber and pensive before breaking out in a teasing grin. "Then forget everything I just said and get us the hell out of here."

The pair laughed loudly, earning odd looks from Felicity's guards. She had only days to make one of the biggest decisions of her life. She still didn't know what to do, but she appreciated Tommy's advice and him trying to put a smile on her face. Felicity stayed down in the dungeon for another hour talking to Tommy, marveling at how she was most at ease in the prison of all places. If she could climb into Tommy's cell with him, she would. It would probably be better than being surrounded by a sea of enemies who wished to do her harm. Whatever she did decide, Felicity knew her days in the League were numbered.

The arrow shot through the air and landed on the outer edge of the target. It took about a half hour of practice for Felicity to finally hit something. The satisfaction was fleeting. She'd come down to the training room to blow off some steam and ended up frustrating herself even more. If she didn't think she'd accidentally stab herself, Felicity might've been tempted to swing a sword at a few dummies. The dagger that Al Sah-him had given her before he left rested precariously in the folds of her gown. It was sheathed, but Felicity was still nervous about impaling herself.

"Your stance is good, but you need to build up your strength," said a female voice behind her. Felicity instantly knew that it was Nyssa by her calm, measured tone.

"So I've been told." She thought of Al Sah-him interlacing their fingers to test the strength of her grip. Shaking her head of such thoughts, Felicity released the next arrow and it hit a little closer inward. Not a major accomplishment but an improvement, nonetheless.

"Your husband will be pleased to know you are practicing while he is away."

"Oh, goodie," Felicity enthused. "Because pleasing him is my number one mission in life. Don't know what I'd do with myself if he hadn't come along."

Nyssa came to stand beside her. "Sara was right. You are very adept at sarcasm."

Felicity couldn't resist. "Why be good at something when you can be great?"

The brunette took the empty spot beside her and picked up a bow. She readied the arrow and raised it. There was a soft twick before it landed in the center of the target. A target that was placed much farther back than Felicity's.

"Show off," Felicity mumbled, though she was quite impressed, and grabbed another arrow.

Although she didn't smile, there was a hint of pride on Nyssa's face. "I heard you spent most of the morning in the dungeon again."

"Yes. What of it?"

"You should not be visiting with a man who is not your beloved, especially one that is a prisoner."

With a heavy sigh, Felicity replied, "Al Sah-him already gave me the spiel. And like I told him, I can make my own decisions."

"You put your reputation at risk. People will talk."

That caught Felicity's attention. "I didn't realize having a conversation with someone was so scandalous."

"His father is a snake and was one of our greatest betrayers," Nyssa replied with a vehemence Felicity had yet to witness from her. "He owes my father a blood debt. Considering your controversial heritage, it is not wise to associate yourself with another enemy of the League."

"Tommy is not his father—"

"You barely know him," Nyssa retorted, her tone curt and her eyes fierce.

"Nor am I a reflection of mine," Felicity pressed on. "But for argument's sake, let's say we are a product of our parents' legacies. What does that make you? Your father isn't a saint either, Nyssa."

Nyssa took a step closer. She was a few inches taller than Felicity, but her strong, regal presence made her seem bigger. The blonde stayed her ground. Nyssa said quietly but sternly, "My father is a monster. All of my life I have lived in fear of him. If you expect to survive here, you will do well to remember that."

"Sara said that we have a lot in common. Talia also told me about your mother. My father was a monster, and my mother suffered for it, too. I watched what his terrible choices did to her, and I promised myself that he would never hold such power over my life. I do not have a death wish like you seem to think, Nyssa. I'm just trying to stay alive while keeping my sanity intact."

They stared each other down before Nyssa's expression softened. She glanced around them. The room wasn't crowded, but it wasn't empty either. Nyssa motioned to the door, and Felicity followed. They went down a series of hallways before entering a rather plain sitting room. Nyssa ordered the few occupants out and told the other guards to wait outside.

Nyssa took a seat and gestured for Felicity to do the same. "How much of my mother's story did Talia tell you?"

"Not much. Only that your father stole her from her family and married her. Talia said that…" She paused, debating whether to use the exact words. Felicity decided on the full truth. "Talia said that she was weak and took her life not long after she'd had her."

For the first time, Nyssa's facade cracked. The sternness in her eyes was tinged with a sadness that looked so out of place on her strong, beautiful face. "My sister would say that. She practically worships my father," Nyssa stated. "But she is wrong. My mother was not weak. She was very brave and strong. Not in the ways the League values, but she learned how to play the game. How to please my father and those who serve him without revealing what was in her heart."

Nyssa was quiet for a moment, gathering her thoughts. "A year or so after she had me, my mother had taken a lover. He was one of my father's best assassins. A powerful man within the League and by all other accounts, loyal to my father and his cause. Sometimes he was tasked with guarding her, which is how I assume they grew close. I was too young to know what was going on at the time, but I remember thinking how genuinely happy she was when he was around. Her entire aura lit up at his mere presence," she explained.

Knowing there was an unhappy ending to this story, Felicity questioned, "So what happened?"

"Love can sometimes make you feel invincible, and all it takes is one mistake to bring about your demise. My mother and her lover were discovered, and my father was informed of the affair. The Demon's Head is skilled in the art of revenge. He did not confront them outright. Instead, he sent his most acclaimed assassin on a mission that clearly marked him for death. My mother was devastated when she heard of his demise and became pregnant with my sister soon after. The light I was so used to seeing in her had gone, I could tell.

"I suspect it was my father's way of gloating and reinforcing his dominance over her. Months after Talia was born, my mother tried to escape with me and my sister. We almost made it until Malcolm Merlyn foiled her plan. I later learned he was also the one who revealed them to my father. There is nothing that man would not do for power. My mother was nothing more than a tool for Merlyn to show his loyalty and get into my father's good graces. He became his right-hand man not long after."

"Oh my God." Felicity was taken aback by this revelation, though she could now understand Nyssa's fury when talking about Malcolm Merlyn.

"That night we were caught and brought back to the compound, my father visited my mother. They fought viciously. In his rage, he pushed her and she fell over the balcony. He told no one and when she was discovered, he let everyone think that she'd taken her own life. It would have been a shame upon his name if it had gotten out that she had an affair and tried to leave him."

Horrified, Felicity asked, "Nyssa, are you saying you witnessed your own mother's murder?"

She nodded her head solemnly. "They did not know I was in the room at first. I was afraid to leave her alone with him and so I hid. I tried to stop him when it turned violent, but I was young and too weak. There was nothing I could do, and my father made sure that I knew what would become of me if I did not stay silent."

"Am I the first one you ever told?"

"No. Sara and Al Sah-him know the truth. They are the only ones I trust."

Felicity's heart broke for the woman before her. She thought about pressing a hand to her in comfort but wasn't sure if it would make Nyssa uneasy. She didn't seem the type who liked to be touched. "I'm so sorry."

"My father has always favored Talia, because he was able to raise her in his own image—without the influence of my mother. In his eyes, I was already lost to him. And when he found out about my love of Sara, of which he did not approve, it only confirmed his decision to deny me my birthright. Although I have much respect for Al Sah-him, my father naming him, a man not of his blood, over me as his successor was degrading. The declaration of his betrothal to Talia made it worse. My sister has always been an opportunist, and she has been unbearable in her status ever since. While I do believe that she cares for Al Sah-him—he is all she has ever known—she is also hungry for power.

"When I heard that the battle with H.I.V.E. had reached a critical point and that an alliance would have to be made, I silently rejoiced. Your marriage to Al Sah-him has stripped my sister of her power and once again made us equals. I know you hate it here, Abad-eshams, but I wanted you to know the peace of mind that you have brought me. And to warn you that if you are not careful yourself, you may suffer the same fate as my mother. Not by Al Sah-him's hand but my father's. Regardless of the alliance, he will not allow his heir's reputation to be tarnished."

Felicity stared back at Nyssa with wide eyes as she processed this new information. Her heart went out to Nyssa while also filling with fear about what she'd revealed. Knowing that the woman before her would probably be the only one to give Felicity the true insight she needed, Felicity replied, "Nyssa, your sister recently came to me and proposed a truce. I have been undecided as to whether or not to accept it."

Nyssa was already shaking her head. "Don't. You stand between everything Talia has ever wanted, and Al Sah-him's apparent fascination with you has not gone unnoticed. She will stop at nothing to be rid of you. You cannot trust her."

"And what about Tommy?" Felicity questioned. "Do you think it's okay that he's being punished for whatever crimes his father has committed?"

"It is unfortunate, but I do not share in your remorse. Malcolm Merlyn must be found and if taking his son will draw him out, then so be it."

"So he's bait. Is that it?"

"'Sins of the father are to be laid upon the children,'" Nyssa quoted gravely. Felicity recognized it from one of Shakespeare's plays she'd read in college. "It may not be fair, but it is how our world works. There is no escaping it."

"I was wondering when you'd show up again. Thought you made run for the hills and forgot about me—not that I'd blame you." Tommy probably meant it as a joke, but Felicity detected the undercurrent of relief in his voice.

"Hey, sorry," Felicity apologized as she took her usual seat in front of Tommy's cell. "I had some things to take care of." It had been a couple of days since she'd last seen him. While Felicity had wanted to come and visit, she'd needed time to herself to get her head on straight. Her chat with Nyssa the other day had given her even more to think about.

"You okay? You look like someone ran over your puppy."

"I made a decision about that hypothetical situation we talked about," Felicity declared.

Tommy leaned in, eager to hear. "What is it?"

"I rejected the offer," she said with a sigh. The option of an escape had kept her going these last few days and put her mind at ease while Al Sah-him was away. Now it was a harsh reality to accept that she would be staying longer in Nanda Parbat, but Felicity knew it was for the best. Her gut had originally told her Talia couldn't be trusted, and Nyssa had confirmed as much when they spoke. The fact that Nyssa also said Al Sah-him was one of the only two people she trusted in the entire League had also given her some perspective.

Tommy's face was scrunched in disappointment, though he tried to hide it. "I understand."

"I'm really sorry. I'll find another way. One that most likely won't get us both killed. I promise."

"I bet that was a fun conversation you had turning it down."

Felicity shook her head. "I sent a letter." Remembering her threat, Felicity didn't think it wise to be anywhere near Talia when she rejected her offer. Al Sah-him would be back tomorrow, and so Felicity had waited until the last possible moment to give her an answer. "There's something else. When Al Sah-him returns, I might not be able to visit as often as I have."

With a solemn yet accepting nod, Tommy replied, "I kinda figured as much."

"I would visit every day if I could," Felicity told him. "It's just that—"

"You don't owe me an explanation, Felicity. I get that this will probably be an unnecessary strain between you and Al Sah-him. Quite frankly, I'm shocked you defied him and ventured down here at all."

"I don't want you to feel like you're alone," she replied sympathetically and reached for his hand through the bars. "Because you're not. You're—"

"It's time to leave," a gruff voice interrupted.

Felicity whipped around and stared up at the tall, bulky masked figure. "Excuse me? Who are you?"

"Ra's has requested your presence."

She frowned, a mixture of confusion and worry. "Why?"

"You will find out when you meet with him."

Felicity's eyes narrowed before glancing off to the side at her guards. A fierce panic rose up in her when she noticed that they weren't in their usual spots. There was no sign of them at all. "Where are Al Saffah and Al Lahab?" she questioned suspiciously. They were like her shadows everywhere she went. They would not just leave her without a word.

"They are making sure the area is secure."

"They already did that," she retorted. "And why are you speaking to me so informally?"

"Felicity," Tommy murmured, a low warning. He must've sensed that something was wrong, too. He clutched her hand tighter.

The masked man eyed the two of them with contempt but said nothing. The air was thick with tension and menace. Felicity felt the tiny hairs on her arms stand on end while the back of her neck prickled. "Please inform Nyssa," Felicity said in as calm a voice as she could muster. "I want her to escort me to Ra's."

Despite half his face being covered, Felicity could see the malignant glee in the stranger's gaze. "Nyssa cannot help you now." Before she could react, the man bent down and yanked her by the neck to her feet. Felicity cried out from both shock and pain as her left hand got caught and twisted between the bars. She was slammed against the hard stone wall.

"Hey, leave her alone!" Tommy shouted.

"You are no regal bride. Only a common whore would be down here consorting with a prisoner," the man snarled.

"Don't touch her. Help!" Tommy continued to yell as he banged on the bars.

In a move so quick Felicity barely had time to track it, the man threw something sharp and shiny from his pocket. Tommy cried out and crumpled to the ground, clutching his side. Felicity saw the metal star sticking out from where it landed between his ribs.

"Tommy!" She wanted to go to him but couldn't move. Her captor had her pinned to the wall, his forceful grip just barely allowing her to breathe. "Let me go, you bastard, or I swear I'll kill you myself." She struggled against him.

"I heard you have quite the mouth. Is that why Al Sah-him keeps you so close? Do you pleasure him often?" he sneered. "It must be difficult to keep your pretty dresses so immaculate when you are always on your knees."

"Go to hell," Felicity cursed and pushed at him. He was a wall of solid muscle and didn't budge an inch.

Felicity tried to move her head when he brought his thumb to her lips. She folded them inwardly, thrashing wildly against him. Her hands were stuck between their torsos, the pressure making her left wrist throb painfully. When she felt his hard erection press against her stomach, Felicity stopped moving. The son of a bitch was enjoying this.

"Maybe I should put that mouth to good use myself." He ripped off his mask, and Felicity gasped. It was Al Torr, the man that had challenged Al Sah-him to a duel and lost spectacularly. "I'll confess I've thought about it. You may be the enemy, but you are beautiful. I've watched the way you parade around like some kind of temptress. It's not fair that your husband gets to have all the fun."

"Was this delusional fantasy of yours before or after he beat you and humiliated you in front of everyone?"

His expression hardened at the blow to his ego, and he raised his hand. The brutal slap radiated throughout Felicity's entire face, disorienting her for a few seconds. "Shaytana."

Felicity didn't recognize the word, but she was willing to bet it wasn't flattering. "Al Sah-him will kill you for this."

"Al Sah-him will never know—especially when he finds your body. It will not be so hard to believe that your misbegotten attempt at escape went awry. We'd hoped you would come willingly, but now you have made extra work for us. And if I have to go through all this trouble, then I expect to get my fill in return," he sneered, leering.

His words registered in her mind. "Talia sent you," Felicity realized. The heat of her rage mixed with the cold chill of dread. Her stomach knotted as her body shook. She'd been right to reject Talia's offer, but it didn't matter in the end. Al Sah-him's absence was the opportunity Talia had been waiting for to take her out. That had always been the plan and now that their time was almost up, Talia had no choice but to show her hand. And because Felicity had kept it to herself, no one was the wiser.

Felicity cursed herself for being such a fool. Al Sah-him and Nyssa were right. There was too much she didn't know about the League and its politics, and she'd let her stubbornness blind her. To survive, like Nyssa said, she had to learn to play the game. This wasn't like the years she'd spent running away from her father, only to have him track her down and bring her back. There was no leniency or mercy. The League was far more brutal with a totally different set of rules. Rules Felicity had come to recognize far too late.

"We can do this the easy way or the hard way," Al Torr offered smugly.

Unable to move, Felicity did the only thing she could. She spat in his face.

Al Torr wiped it away, looking more invigorated than enraged. "Hard way it is…"

Translation:

shaytana = female devil