Disclaimer in first chapter.
A/N: So, I decided to keep the first movie canon.
The strange man, Ra's – no last name, attended the rest of her sessions. He would greet her when she came in, then seat himself in the chair behind the desk and watch Dr. Crane pace around the room. He was usually content to watch, fingers steepled and eyes intent while he observed. Occasionally he would interrupt for clarification or to ask his own questions. Once, and only once, he chastised Dr. Crane openly…
"Tell me more about your sister, Dawn." Dr. Crane said sweetly, sending a sly look towards the man behind the desk. "The one who fights… vampires, was it?"
Dawn shook her head, "Fought
vampires. She's dead, remember?"
"Oh yes, how did she die again?"
"She took my place as sacrifice to an angry hell god."
, I had quite forgotten – "
"What is the point of this, Mister Crane?"
The doctor flinched at the lack of title, as he always did. "I merely wished to show you the full extent of the girl's malady
. She believes in vampires
, for god's sake! Aside from her seeming immunity to the toxin, I do not understand your fascination with her."
Ra's pinned him with an intent stare, "There are more things in heaven and earth, Mr. Crane. Drop this line of questioning, I doubt you have 'forgotten' anything
with that steel-trap mind of yours."
Dr. Crane seemed mollified at this seeming praise, and returned to his questions. Dawn, however, saw the disdain behind the comment and whispered softly, "Steel traps stay closed…" Ra's smiled at her, and she knew he'd heard. A small warmth kindled in her sternum at his approving smile.
Two weeks later Dr. Crane was a patient in his own asylum and Ra's had disappeared. In the commotion of loosed criminals and misfiled paperwork, Dawn's file was shunted to the side and no new psychiatrist was found.
She stood outside the fence surrounding Arkham, drawn there again as she was every week on Saturday at one o'clock. Ra's was gone and Dr. Crane mad and neither of them saw her anymore. She pushed her hands deep into the pockets of her sweatshirt, hunched her shoulders against the cold breeze, and started walking again.
It was hard to walk when your feet weren't there to touch the pavement.
A/N2: Still... we didn't SEE Ra's die, now did we?