You weren't sure how it started—maybe it was when you impressed Nyssa with your ability to hold your ground in an argument. Or maybe it was the way you weren't intimidated by her cold demeanor when others shrank beneath her piercing blue gaze. Whatever the reason, you had become hers.

And she made sure you knew it.

Nyssa had a way of commanding the room without saying a word. She didn't need to raise her voice or flaunt her abilities—her mere presence demanded attention. And when it came to you, that presence was both possessive and fiercely protective.

"You will not walk alone at night," she told you one evening, her tone making it clear this was not a discussion.

"It's just a five-minute walk—"

She raised a single eyebrow, and you immediately shut your mouth. A smirk played on her lips as she stepped closer, arms crossed. "Do not mistake my concern for weakness. I do not ask for your cooperation—I expect it."

You sigh but nodded. "Fine, fine. I'll call you if I have to go somewhere late."

Her smirk widened. "Good."

Moments like these were frequent. Nyssa wasn't affectionate in the traditional sense. She wouldn't shower you with sweet words or public displays of love. But when someone so much as looked at you the wrong way, they found themselves on the receiving end of her icy wrath.

One night, at a gala she insisted you attend with her, a man made the mistake of getting too close. His hand barely brushed your arm before Nyssa was between you and him, her voice sharp as a blade.

"You value your fingers, don't you?" she murmured, her tone deceptively soft. "Then I suggest you keep them to yourself."

The man stammered an apology and backed away. You turned to Nyssa with a raised brow. "That was... intense."

She merely shrugged, sipping her wine as though nothing had happened. "You are mine," she said simply. "I do not share."

Later that night, when you were alone, she pulled you close—not with force, but with quiet, deliberate intent. Her fingers traced along your jaw, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I do not expect you to understand the depths of my devotion," she murmured. "But know this—if anyone threatens you, they will regret it for the rest of their very short lives."

There was no doubt in your mind: Nyssa al Ghul wasn't just your girlfriend. She was your shadow. Your shield. Your protector. And heaven help anyone who tried to take you from her.