Sarajevo, Castle Al Ghul
His once alert and agile mind began to blur at the edges. Memories once sharp and crystal clear were now disappearing into a fog, being erased, as if they had never happened at all. It's true what they said, time is a thief, it was stealing everything he ever was. His face was beginning to look like an crumpled up piece of paper, his joints ached in cold weather once again. Death was near, knocking on his door ready to take him. No! Ra's Al Ghul is a man who can defeat Death itself.The cold damp air wrapped around him like a heavy coat of chain mall as he descended the tight spiral staircase to the chamber of the pit. Ra's stared down the pool of green liquid, it slightly illuminating his beady eyes with a green hue.
This was the Lazurus Pit, the very fountain of youth men have killed and searched for since the beginning of civilization, but at what cost ? Sanity? It was the very thing that kept him alive for more than six-hundred years. He paused for a moment and he had to admit to himself a very harrowing fact. Something that made him feel ashamed of the long life he had led.
He was afraid.
He had always been wary of the Pit's effects, the dangers that could come with such a great power. However, he'd always thought of himself as capable of facing it, that he was strong enough to handle the mental disruption of Lazarus. He glanced up, his green eyes luminescent due to its effects. His robe dropped down on the tattered ground and his ritualist guided him into the green pool submerging him in it. His skin became tighter, wrinkles began to fade, hairs of gray regained their lusty black color, the strength to crush a man with his hands and the clearness of thought had been given back to him.
Ra's reemerged from the pool of life and the beast took over, life did not come without a cost. His sanity. He'd have to be subdued by his guards and moved to his chambers. It was in times like this he'd come to the realization, he need and heir. The Detective? His Grandson? Tim Drake? He could no longer bear the pits madness in fear it would drive him insane. It was Gotham City! Gotham was a mirage, smoke and mirrors used to blind The Detective from the true awareness and logic of the world which was: All men are flawed men without valor or regard such as Ra's and a few other's were only blights upon society.
"I request Talia, here at once!".Ra's hissed to his servant.
Tonight, he would save the world. The needs of the few far outweigh the needs of the many. Gotham must be destroyed ...
