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Sara and Ava were led through the winding passageways. Sara took the time to refamiliarise herself with the scenery. It had been nearly two years since she had been in Nanda Parbat. Despite the many horrors this place had held and the killing machine they had turned her into, Sara had always marveled at the beauty and intricacies of the interior. The walls hung tapestries depicting League history and the columns were carved with swirling patterns. The designs increased in grandeur as the approached the throne room.
They stopped outside the main hall. Sara glanced over at Ava and gave her what she hoped was a reassuring smile. She hoped this was going to be okay. She grudgingly admitted to herself that it her fault they were in this dilemma. She hadn't meant to bring them here. Everything depended on that lay beyond the doors in front of her.
After what seemed like an eternity of waiting, the doors opened. They were shoved unceremoniously through the entrance way and into the room ahead. The walk to the other end of the hall had never felt so long in Sara opinion. She could see a figure standing behind a screen by what used to be the Lazarus pit. The pit was covered by a cloth so Sara couldn't tell what state it was in.
"The intruders, Ra's." One of their guards said in a monotone voice.
"How did you discover this place?" A voice asked, still behind the screen.
Sara had snapped up. She knew that voice. She knew it very well. She tore her eyes away from the pit and towards the silhouette nearby. It was an obvious silhouette now she knew the voice that it belonged to.
"Nyssa?"
The figure stepped around the screen to face them.
"Sara." Nyssa smiled. "You should have informed me you were coming. I wouldn't have had you arrested."
"We didn't exactly mean to end up here." she replied bashfully. "Time travel problems and stuff."
"We?" Nyssa looked around, realising for the first time that Sara had not come alone. "And you are?"
"Ava Sharpe. Director of the Time Bureau." Ava replied sharply. She recognised Nyssa's name but couldn't quite place its' origin.
"Your name doesn't mean anything to me. Nor does your title."
"Nyssa," Sara interjected, "What year is it?"
"2018, Beloved."
"Beloved?" Ava questioned.
"Yes." Nyssa replied curtly. "It is, what you might call, a statement of affection. A title of sorts."
"Umm..." Sara said slowly, "We're not together. And if it really is 2018, we haven't been together for nearly three years."
"The title still holds true Beloved, even if not on your part."
"So, what your saying is..." Ava started.
"We used to date." Sara finished for her.
"Perfect." Ava muttered, turning to walk towards the window.
"What do you think you are doing?" Nyssa ordered. "You may have arrived with my Beloved, but you are still trespassing and I have not given you permission to move."
"I don't need your permission to look out a window, Nyssa."
"You will address me as Ra's al Ghul."
"Guys, please don't fight." Sara said, walking to stand between the two of them. "This whole situation is unfortunate enough; we're trapped a year in the past with no means of getting back to 2019 and I haven't seen Nyssa in since we broke up. I really don't need my ex-girlfriend and my current one biting each other's heads off."
"Current girlfriend?" Nyssa said slowly, her hand moving to rest on the hilt of her sword. "You never mentioned you were dating her."
"Oops."