actual story here, so if you wanted to skip all that right here's a good place to skip too, I'm also using Arrow's version of Nyssa because I personally find that the easiest for me to work with. (If you don't exactly know who i'm talking about, here:  vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/spartacus/images/3/36/Nyssa.gif...

[Your p.o.v]
"Everytime I come here you have my favorite ice cream. It's like you know when I had an argument with my brother or something." You stated, curling up in the white bean bag chair with your knees pulled to your chest, scratching at the corner of the bandage she had placed on for you. When you came running into her apartment with bloody knees and bloody hands, her first instinct was to get the first aid kit. Which has got a lot more than just band aids in it.

"I don't like you eating ice cream all the time, but it calms you down enough for you to speak about what it is that's bothering you." She said, her thick english accent giving you a mom-like tone to her speaking. You didn't see her as family, at all, and that's a good thing. But she had her moments.

"True, It's really not just my brother this time though, there's more to it now." You said, fiddling with the spoon in the glass bowl with green patterns along the rim, they looked really unique and the glass bowl felt as though it would break if you set it down with barely any pressure. Why she gives you fine china to eat ice cream in? You have no idea and will honestly never find out.

"For someone who I know through my dad, I still can't believe you're perfectly clean. Like there's almost nothing bad about you." You added, scraping your spoon at the bottom of the bowl. The light in the lamp on the left of you flickered, usually this happens because of the wiring in her apartment is faulty.

"Completely clean? You do recall me mentioning you that I'm in hiding right now." She said, her green eyes narrowing while he arms crossed over her chest, loose black curls flowing over her arms.

"Yea, but anybody in gotham can be hiding from anyone and still be a good person. And I know you said you came here from Star city and I know that place is almost as corrupt as Gotham, or use to be. From what I hear in the news, their Vigilante over there is cleaning things up. It's like everyones got their own personal hero now." You grunted, pinching the spoon between your fingers, if it were a plastic spoon it would have broke.

You readjusted yourself in the soft chair, the grey cardigan that hung loosely over your shoulders gave you warmth. The olive colored tank top just thin enough for you not to overheat in the cardigan. And black sweats long enough to cover your toes on your bare feet anyways.

The room you sat in was small, maybe only a couple things were in it. A pretty good sized Tv, a laptop,  a small couch, the bean bag chair you sat in, a large book shelf filled with lots, and lots of books. A persian rug that you knew from personal expierance not to step on with your shoes. And some family heirlooms. There was a fairly large green and grey tapestry that covered half the wal and then some, the fabric was pretty soft and worn. It felt like it was hundreds of years old at least, some of the heirlooms in here looked pretty dangerous if they weren't pretty and old. Like one of the grey Katanas with the complex engraving on the handle that sat in its case on a wooden table. The table itself looked pretty old too. You always wondered what her family was like if this was the stuff she got from them, even though she mentioned it's not much at all and only sees it as a reminder to stay away from her Father if anything else.

She didn't tell you much, but it was enough.

"Yes. Not as good as anyone would imagine it so." She said, there was a look on her face you couldn't really piece together. It was blank and expressionless, no emotion was held in her eyes and they stared dully on ahead of you. But at the same time it was like the words hurt enough for her to speak it was all she said on the subject.

"Who are you hiding from? Don't just say it's your father this time, I know that there's more to it." you said quietly, switching the topic back over to the previous one. You really didn't want to talk about your own issues right now. Too angered at the moment, plus you've always wanted to know more about Nyssa. Out of all the years you've known her she knows more about you then you do about her.

"It's dangerous, It'll be okay. I will not sacrifice your safety due to your curiosity. That would be foolish seeing as it is something that you do not need to be involved in." She answered quickly, a curt and demanding tone to her voice that told you to back off the subject.

"What was it your brother did to cause you to run off this time?" She quickly changed the subject, sipping her tea and leaning backwards on the couch and pulling her legs up and sitting on them to get more comfy.

"I mean, it's more than that. It's just more people got involved this time and I kinda didn't feel like handling any of this anymore. With keeping things from me, and then I'm told by Gotham's own Vigilante that my family might be in serious danger because of my dads work." You said grimly, the scraping sounds of the metal spoon against the empty bowl was driving you nuts but you did it anyways. In a way you were punishing yourself for being so dumb. Listening to the loud scraping noises and cringing every time it got too loud, like nails on a chalkboard.

"Batman? He came and spoke to you about all of this-"
"Yeah, and he brought his dumb sidekick Robin who practically harassed me!"

Nyssa choked on her tea, whether it being from too hot and trying to take a bigger drink than she should of or your reaction to the statement you made, your eyes had widened, the pink on your cheeks that turned into a deep hue of red that spread all the way across to your ears. The bowl falling from your lap and onto the hardwood floor, it didn't break. Which was such a surprise, honestly.

Your teeth had clenching and she noticed your knuckles were white, while your teeth grit and clenched your knuckles until they burned.

"Be careful, you'll open the wounds on your palms like that. What did he even do that has you so riled up? In a negative way, that is." She says, raising a dark eyebrow and giving you an odd look behind the Tea cup.

"After I was told all of this out of nowhere, I ran off." you paused, cringing at the memory. God, you felt like such a coward. All you ever do is run away or fight back recklessly with no real plan. One day instead of randomly coming across some poor girl in an alley when you just so happen to have your bat on you, you're going to be the poor girl in an alley someday in the middle of the night. No bat, no pocketknife. And certainly no Bat or Bird either. One of these nights, you running away is going to be the death of you and you were aware of this. Past a point, you just didn't seem to care anymore.

"He came after me, and grabbed me from behind. He was a lot taller than me and a lot stronger so I couldn't move really well and if I don't have bruises in the morning I'll be pretty surprised. But it's not like I just let him do it either, I stomped on his foot and bit his hand. I think I took a good chunk out of his hand?" You questioned to yourself.

"Aren't you taking those lessons from your brothers Co-worker at the GCPD? I thought-"
"I was seeing him in secret. God knows what he would have done if he found out I was learning that stuff. He thinks he's the only person fit to protect me, huh. See how well that's going for him." You cut her off, pulling your knees closer to your chest and leaning on your side, back facing her. You fiddled with a strand of hair between your fingers. Closing your eyes and breathing slowly and trying to calm down.

"I could teach you instead. That way he wouldn't know about it and you'd have more time and chances to learn. I am certain that it would also make more sense to learn from me than someone on a team of police officers who some would rather be bribed than do their job." She states, voice trying to get your attention, assuming you were just not paying attention now that your back was turned.

But you were listening, it was just less stressful to look at the light in the room. Giving you a headache.

"I mean, I've seen you defend yourself once or twice and you totally kicked ass." The enthusiasm was hard to ignore in your voice.

"Sure. I guess." You mumbled, wrapping the cardigan closer around you.

She gotup, the footsteps coming closer to you before placing a soft blanket over your body, the satin red and silver lining the top of the thin but warm blanket. It had a cold touch to it, but the longer you would wear it the warmer it got. It wasn't a heavy blanket, but it was good enough. And the scent of Lavender was the thing that put you to sleep.

[Nyssa's P.o.v]

Nyssa stood over your sleeping body, the soft breaths leaving your mouth were the only noises you made. She knew she'd have to call your brother in the morning and make sure he was aware that you were safe and didn't get attacked in the street. She wasn't really fond of the idea of teaching you how to fight, knowing who she learned everything she knew from. But if you just keep running off every time and this topic resurfaces, and it's not safe for someone in Gotham not knowing how to hold their own. She would teach you more than just how to hold your own.

She crouched down, one hand on the ground and the other by your sleeping body. Unaware of the hand that stroked through your hair. She stared at you, a look of thought in her eyes as confusion filled her mind.

She wanted to show you how to do things, how to be someone people knew not to hurt. Just by looking at you, nobody would try and hurt you. She didn't like the idea of someone finally catching you while you ran away one day, and while you're too paranoid in your own thoughts of your family you're taken advantage of and killed. Or worse.

She didn't know if it was safe to teach you either.

She frowned, standing up and quietly walking across the room to the bookshelf. Most of the books were coated in dust, except a spot in the middle of one's spine. An old copy of Shakespeare's complete works was torn and worn down, the black leather holding the pages was practically falling apart. So nobody really touched it.

Nyssa placed her thumb over the dust free spot, a silent beeping sound came as her thumb heated up over the scanner hidden in plain sight. The book case silently and slowly turned, another book case on the other end had taken the place where she stood as her spot rotated around behind the wall, acting as if she had left the room. When in reality she was on the other side of the wall.

Glass vials of green liquid hung to the left wall, there was about twenty four vials of none other than samples from the lazarus pit her father used every time he died. Though she's pretty decently sure he won't be using it again. She stole some before going away, keeping some in case it was ever needed again. She only needed a small sample, so she gathered a lot in the long thick vials. Holding close to ten fluid ounces each.

Below that was books and old papers with chicken scratch handwriting on it, personal notes about the effects it had on certain people. She only kept this stuff in case it was ever truly needed.  She could also get more if this wasn't ever enough.

In a glass case on the other side of the fairly dim lit room was her old attired, the black and red colors that dawned traditional clothing she wore during battles, along side with different kinds of weapons such as swords, arrows,  bows, daggers, all of the things she used was kept in a separate glass case on the side.

She had a sword similar to her half sisters, Talia. Each of them had one made specifically for the other. Talia managed to get her's gathered be the police after she died, well died for a little bit. She has a habit of coming back once or twice. Nyssa's certain that Talia wouldn't ever come back again by the lazarus pit anymore. It leaves a person different and it's starting to show on Talia. Not that an international terrorist is completely sane to begin with.

Nyssa grabbed two wooden swords, one in each hand. Only so when she came back to the bookshelf and put both in her left hand and activated the switch to rotate her back on the other side of the wall.

Both wooden swords clattered on the ground when she saw the action currently taking place.

You were gone, out of the white bean bag chair. The blanket was thrown hastily on the floor. Looking over to the large window that lead out to the streets of Gotham, she could see your body being held over someone's shoulder, the black exterrior to the cape didn't realy show her who it was, until he turned around to meet her eyes.

The green domino mask with the white lenses, the black pushed out of his face hair, the signature "R" on the left side of his chest. He didn't stay for a long time before grappelling away with you.

Nyssa knew who this Robin was, she knew it was her nephew Damian. She also didn't see you in any immediate danger, you wouldn't be hurt. And you were safer with them, even if she hated to admit it or not. If anything, staying with her was what put you in the most danger. Not just from someone at your father's work, but the league of assassins. And that's far much more worse than anything Lex Luthor could cook up.

She was partly relieved that you were gone, but was annoyed by how true it all was.

a/n: Sorry for the really watered down chapter, it's like four in the morning over here and i couldn't sleep until this was finished, idk why i just felt like it was something i had to do? That or I'm just tired and don't want to really sleep. Oh well, I hope this update is some-what enjoyed anyways.