Here it is, the final chapter. I hope everyone will enjoy it. This chapter took some time due to me not being satisfied. There was quite a bit of erasing what I had wrote and rewriting paragraphs upon paragraphs. My Onedrive also decided to be a dick and not save the more final draft of this. I apologize for the long wait.

Laurel groaned quietly in pain as she sat herself across the table from Nyssa. They were one week into their vacation in Gotham and prior to this day, they had been not wondered out into the city. Nyssa was adamant about Laurel getting the rest she deemed necessary. Alongside taking Huntress's advice about Laurel not partaking in any strenuous activity.

"Are you alright?" Nyssa asked concerned, seeing the discomfort Laurel was in.

"I'm fine, Nyssa. Just a little sore", she reassured.

Nyssa looked skeptical but decided to leave it at rest. She was going to stop "nagging" as Laurel insisted. Though, Nyssa didn't understand what was so wrong with being concerned for someone she cared about so deeply. Perhaps it was an American thing. "Have you enjoyed your day?" Nyssa asked as she picked up her menu. They had been out and about around Gotham City for the entire day. They went to the biggest attractions the city had to offer along with hitting a few stores. Something that Nyssa found to be a pain but stuck with it for Laurel. "Have you enjoyed your day, Laurel?"

Laurel smiled genuinely as she looked at her menu, "I have enjoyed my day very much", her smile then became playful as she looked over her menu at the assassin, "I look forward to enjoying my night as well", she drawled with a glint in her eye.

Nyssa looked up at her from her menu with a raised eyebrow. She was met with a seductive smile and wink from Laurel. Nyssa rolled her eyes and fought off a smile. She looked down at her menu and murmured, "If you're up for it",

"I am. I'm healed up enough", Laurel replied.

"We'll see", Nyssa said nonchalantly.

"If I can handle ripping and running around all day, then I can handle a roll in the hay",

"Not with me", Nyssa replied lowly. Laurel looked at her challengingly but didn't respond.

Finally, the waitress arrived and they placed their orders. When the waitress was walking away, Laurel watched amusingly as Nyssa jumped in her seat. She bumped against the table causing a loud bang and bringing the attention of the waitress back to them.

Laurel feigned surprise while Nyssa looked rather sheepish. "My apologies. I hit my knee on the table". That seemed to appease the waitress who continued on her way. Nyssa turned back to Laurel with a scowl, "stop it", she ordered.

"What?" Laurel asked with fake innocence.

Nyssa stiffened and let out a small gasp as she felt the sensation of Laurel's foot travel up the inside of her leg again. She had opted for a skirt for the evening and the feel of Laurel's foot going up the inside of her bare leg sent an electric jolt right between her legs. When the wondering foot reached about her knee, Nyssa reached down and roughly pushed it away. Laurel smirked at her. "That", Nyssa iterated. Laurel let out a small laugh which irritated Nyssa further. "I do not like being teased".

"But babe, you make it so easy. I can't resist", Laurel replied, eyes twinkling with humor. Nyssa's irritation dissipated as something hit her. A fond smile slowly creeped upon her face that made Laurel suspicious. "What?" She questioned cautiously.

"You're happy. We're happy", Nyssa said with realization. "When was the last time you could say that, Laurel?"

Laurel frown in contemplation as she thought for a moment. "I'm not sure", she answered honestly. A complacent smile then crossed her features "But it feels nice",

"I'm going to strive to keep you feeling this way", Nyssa stated.

"You as yourself make me happy. You're what I want, Nyssa", Laurel replied earnestly.

Nyssa reached out with a hand and grabbed Laurel's, "you have me, all of me", she said sincerely. But there was something in her eyes that made Laurel uneasy.

Before Laurel could question her about it, the waitress interrupted the conversation with her return with their orders. The pair ate and kept up conversation on another subject. Laurel was still catching Nyssa up on what she had been up to during her five month absence. Nyssa was still curious about the formation of the Birds of Prey, particularly, how a fighter pilot from World War II was on the team. Laurel had also been prodding Nyssa with questions about those five months on her end. The most that she got out of Nyssa was that she despised being in Nanda Parbat. It was obvious to Laurel that whatever occurred during that time period, Nyssa was keeping a tight lid on.

Once they had finished their dinner, the pair exited the restaurant and began to walk back to the apartment that was lend to them. Laurel felt the chill of the cold, Gotham night air. She laced her fingers through Nyssa's and moved closer to her. Nyssa welcomed the contact and squeezed Laurel's hand. "You get cold so easily", Nyssa stated as they walked.

"Not all of us had training on icy mountain tops while we were still in diapers," Laurel shot back.

"I was not in diapers. I was five when my father first took me to the mountain tops", Nyssa replied with a small smile.

Laurel let out a small laugh, "like that's such a huge difference. Did you go to the mountains when you went back?"

Nyssa's jaw clenched visibly and her hold on Laurel's hand tightened, "once", she forced out.

"I take it that the experience was unpleasant", Laurel sighed in reply, her breath visible in the cold air.

"Nothing about the League of Assassins is pleasant," Nyssa said stiffly, looking away from her.

Laurel looked at Nyssa but didn't say anything. She was left wondering if whatever happened on the mountain was such a horrible experience due to something happening to Nyssa herself or Nyssa doing something to another for the League. She had a gut feeling that it was the latter.

The rest of the walk was done in silence. When they arrived to the apartment, Nyssa placed herself on the couch in a huff. She leaned her head back and let a deep breath as she stared at the ceiling. Laurel walked up behind her and blocked her view. She grabbed her shoulders and gave them a comforting squeeze, "it would probably stop eating away at you if you talked about it",

"It would probably be best to not talk about it", Nyssa replied softly.

"Why is that?"

Nyssa's face became troubled as she struggled to find the right thing to say. When she didn't respond, Laurel leaned down despite the flare of pain she felt and wrapped her arms around her neck. She brought her lips to Nyssa's ear, "Whatever happened in Nanda Parbat or whatever your father had you do, you can tell me. When you're ready, "she whispered softly. Nyssa nodded to which Laurel gave her a kiss on the temple.

Laurel then made her way to the bedroom. When she got to the door, Nyssa's voice stopped her dead in her tracks. "I did quite a lot of killing. Most of it seemed unnecessary",

Laurel slowly turned to her, confusion clouding her features. It was a no brainier that she had to kill but seeing her demeanor, Laurel went to the couch and sat beside her. Nyssa had her head bowed and her hands tightly grasping her knees. Her hair was covering her face, leaving it invisible to Laurel. "I know. It's not called the League of Assassins for nothing",

Nyssa shook her head and her body became even tauter. From what Laurel could see, whatever Nyssa wanted to say next she was struggling to get out. Laurel scooted over and closed the distance between them. She wrapped her arm around Nyssa's tense body and laid her head on Nyssa's shoulder. Slowly, Nyssa's body relaxed into her embrace. She then closed her eyes tightly as she forced her next sentence out. "It's more than that. I enjoyed it. Partly at least", Nyssa admitted.

A silence creeped upon them. As it stretched on, Nyssa felt a ball of dread well up in her stomach. Laurel hadn't moved from her position but her non-response had Nyssa thinking the worst outcome was going to occur. At least she had been honest. "Did you enjoy it before? Before you left the first time?"

Nyssa blinked in surprise at the question but answered nonetheless, "more than I do now. Then, I prided on trying to be like him and on being this warrior that bid to the will of the League and Ra's Al Ghul. But now after experiencing this world with you, everything is different. I just kept thinking that if you knew or if you could see….," she trailed off.

"See what?" Laurel murmured in her hair.

"That part of me, that's blood thirsty". Nyssa answered. "It goes against everything you are and everything you believe in. It's a reflection of how I am like my father. Do you want someone like that, Laurel?" she questioned, her hands once again tightening their hold on her knees.

Laurel brought her head up from Nyssa's shoulder then. She finally caught on to what Nyssa was thinking and what she had got a glimpse of during their dinner. She lifted Nyssa's head up by the chin, making the assassin look at her. The sad look in Nyssa's eyes made her heart break a little. It also made her more determined to make her point. "I don't see you as a blood thirsty monster. A monster is your father who kills and destroys lives without thought. You're not your father and I most certainly don't hate you,"

Nyssa looked skeptical and shook her head, "part of me is my father and it's something that I cannot rid myself of,"

"I know that there's a darkness in you but there's so much more to you than that. You have a beautiful heart that allows you to love with every fiber of your being and you're so loyal," Laurel said with conviction. Nyssa looked shocked by her words and opened her mouth to speak but was cut off by Laurel starting up again, "and you're my best friend, in fact you're one of the best friends that I have ever had. That being because you're so easy to talk to. You can be so open and kind once you let people in",

Silence fell upon them then as Nyssa stared at Laurel trying to find the right words to say. Her mouth hung open, her face clouded with emotion that Laurel couldn't label and her eyes shining. "I don't know to say" she said awkwardly, after a few beats.

"Don't say anything. Just understand that I love you and I see you for all that you are," Laurel stated, brushing a strand of hair from Nyssa's face.

Nyssa nodded hesitantly, "I understand," she replied. That was good enough to earn her a smile bright that made her chest constrict and a deep kiss. She ended up being pushed back to lay on the couch as Laurel pressed her body into hers.

"I want every delicious inch of you. The good, the bad, the violent, the tender", Laurel murmured in between kisses. Nyssa made a low sound in the back of her throat. Perhaps from the kiss or what she said, Laurel wasn't sure. It could've been a combination of both. Nyssa's body undulated into Laurel's, sending a delicious shiver down Laurel's spine. She broke away momentarily and looked down at Nyssa with dilated green eyes.

Nyssa's own gaze was smoldering in return. She lightly traced a hand down Laurel's back, "Laurel, are you certain that you're healed enough?" She questioned with lust evident in her voice and a hand lightly running over where she knew Laurel's wound to be.

"I'm okay", Laurel answered thickly before descending her mouth to Nyssa's neck. She sucked on a certain sensitive spot that caused Nyssa to let out a low groan. She hiked up Nyssa's skirt and slid a hand underneath as she settled herself even more between Nyssa's legs. Laurel felt a hard pull on her hair and suddenly, her mouth was brought back to Nyssa's. Their lips clashed together in a passionate kiss as Laurel trailed her hand up Nyssa's leg, marveling at the soft, smooth skin. Nyssa entangled her fingers in Laurel's hair and slipped her tongue into the other woman's mouth. "God I want you", Laurel moaned into Nyssa's mouth.

Nyssa chuckled against her lips and pulled away as much she could. Her dark, brown eyes bore into Laurel's who looked confused and slightly miffed at the stop of smirked at her and gave Laurel's lower lip a tantalizing lick, "then take me, Laurel", she whispered. Laurel became even more inflamed at that, she bent her head down and pressed her mouth harder to Nyssa's.

"And you wanted to wait until I was fully healed", Laurel mumbled in Nyssa's ear, as she laid on top of her, on the living room floor. Nyssa let a breathy laugh and sighed contentedly, basking in her afterglow, all the while letting a hand run up and down Laurel's smooth bare back.

She licked her lips and then responded, "Pardon me for being concerned for your wellbeing rather than having a good lay", she rumbled.

Laurel raised her head and quirked an eyebrow at her use of terminology. Nyssa met her back with a teasing smile threatening to cross her features. "Sometimes I think you're the one that's centuries old with the way you speak sometimes",

"Really? And what would you say Ms.21st century?"

Laurel rolled her eyes at the jab, "I don't know. A good bout of sex? A great session of love-making? There are better expressions than a 'good lay'", Laurel said, mimicking Nyssa's accent.

"However you want to phrase the basic underlining still stands. Your health is much more important. You took that arrow for me after all,"

Laurel frowned in confusion, "no I didn't. I had no idea that arrow was coming,"

"You risked life and limb to bring me home. For that, you took an arrow for my life and freedom", Nyssa explained softly. "Thank you",

Laurel smiled brightly, "you're welcome. I'd do it all again in a heartbeat",

"I know you would", Nyssa replied quietly. They became silent then. Laurel laid back down, placing her head in the crook of Nyssa's neck and hand over her heart, feeling it beat through the assassin's chest. Nyssa continued to languidly trace her fingers up and down Laurel's back, while being mindful of her bandage. Her brow furrowed slightly as she remembered something.

"Did you read my letter, love?"

"What?" Laurel asked in return, her voice muffled. She had been on the verge of going to sleep and Nyssa's voice pulled her back from her near slumber.

"My letter that I had left behind all those months ago. Did you read it?"

Laurel thought for a moment then it hit her. The letter Nyssa had left on her pillow the morning she went back to the League. "To my dearest Dinah Laurel Lance", she drawled, as she pulled her face from Nyssa's neck.

"So you read it", Nyssa concluded.

"More like memorized it", Laurel corrected.

Nyssa didn't know what to say to that. She felt a wave of guilt hit her as she understood why Laurel read the letter so many times. It was a way to cope with her being gone. "I'm sorry, Laurel", she said softly.

"I know, there's no need to apologize anymore. You do have a way with words by the way",

Nyssa smiled softly, "you think? I was in such turmoil when I wrote it. I thought that it was all over the place with me trying to tell you how I feel",

"I got the gist of it. You had to leave to protect me and that it tore you a part to do so. I could understand that, in fact I would have probably do the same thing. Except I would wait until morning to tell you good-bye",

Nyssa winced, "Laurel, I'm-" she was cut off by Laurel placing a finger over her lips.

"I know", Laurel emphasized softly. She then bent down and placed a chaste kiss on Nyssa's lips before getting to her feet. Once she was standing, Laurel lent out a hand for Nyssa to take. Nyssa took the offered hand and Laurel pulled her up.

She then began to pick up her clothing that was scattered across the living room. As she was going to bend down to pick up her bra, she was stopped by two warm arms encasing her waist from behind. Melting into Nyssa's body, she covered Nyssa's hands with her own, "what?" she murmured in question.

"I'm not done with you, Ms. Lance", she purred in Laurel's ear. That earned her a sly smile. Laurel turned and tilted her head, her lips meeting Nyssa's in a slow, drugging kiss.

Once they pulled a part, Laurel made her reply, "I think the bed is much more comfortable than the floor,"

Sometime later, Nyssa reached out with an arm in an attempt to pull Laurel closer. However, rather than finding her warm body, she came in touch the cooling off sheets. That caused her brown eyes to open. She saw that the other side of the bed was empty. Nyssa sat up in confusion and looked around the room. Laurel was absent from the bedroom, nor was she in the bathroom. Nyssa turned her eyes to the bedroom door and saw a faint light shining through. Curious, Nyssa climbed out of bed and made her way to the door. As she got closer, she was able to pick up on Laurel faintly whispering.

Intrigued, Nyssa opened the door to see Laurel, now clad in a tank top and sweatpants (compared to her own nude state), bending over a laptop that was sitting on the side table near the couch, all the while murmuring on her cell phone. Nyssa frowned in suspicion at her back, "what are you doing?" she questioned in a clipped tone.

Hearing her voice, Laurel snapped the laptop shut and hung up her phone. She then turned to face Nyssa, a startled expression on her face. "Nothing", she answered quickly. Nyssa quipped an eyebrow at that and crossed her arms. She slowly approached the lawyer who looked like a deer caught in headlights.

"Nothing? It seems to me that you're hiding something, darling", Nyssa said as she closed in.

Laurel shifted uncomfortably and shook her head, "it's nothing to worry about, babe",

"Is that so?" Nyssa questioned once she reached Laurel. "Because knowing you, I believe that it is something to worry about",

"It's nothing, Nyssa", Laurel replied as she placed her hands on Nyssa's bare hips.

Nyssa smirked as she pulled Laurel closer by the waist, "what were you working on, Laurel? You might as well come clean now rather than digging a bigger hole for yourself,"

"Promise you won't get upset?"

"That all depends on whether or not you were going roof hopping tonight", she said half-jokingly. She doubted that Laurel would even think of doing that on her watch. Laurel looked away guiltily and didn't respond. "You were", Nyssa said angrily as realization dawned on her. She then took a step back, breaking all physical contact that they had. She fixed Laurel with a disapproving glare as Laurel looked at her sheepishly.

"The League is here in town," Laurel tried.

"Then let me handle it," Nyssa replied.

"Nyssa", Laurel began with a sigh, "I have enjoyed every second of the time I've spent with you here. At first, I didn't mind not working. But now I am really starting to feel cramped by not doing anything,"

"You are in no condition to be out in the field yet. We can venture out more to help you expel this energy",

"It's not energy, Nyssa. I just can't go long periods of time without working. In fact, this is my first time taking time off for a vacation,"

"Your reasoning does not change the fact that you're injured and weakened. They will sniff out your weakness and probably put shoot you in the exact same spot. I cannot stand by and just watch you put yourself in so much danger",

Laurel reached up and grabbed her softly by the face, "I get that you care and want me safe. But I am crawling up the walls here. Your father sent these guys after us. I don't want them hurting innocent people", she explained. "You can join me out there", she drawled as she wrapped her arms around Nyssa's neck and pressed her body into the assassin's. "Then, we can find a little rooftop to celebrate our victories", she murmured suggestively. She then shot an appreciative glance down Nyssa's body.

"I'm up here," Nyssa said deadpanned.

Laurel brought her eyes back up and smiled slyly, "you have a very beautiful, distracting body",

"Flattery will get you nowhere", Nyssa shot back.

"Okay then. Think about this. You can keep an eye on me and make sure no harm comes my way", Laurel offered.

Nyssa mulled it over. She knew that Laurel was going to go out there regardless if she tagged along. It was best to go to ensure she didn't die out there. Sighing, Nyssa agreed, "alright but I am in command of this outing", she said sternly.

Laurel nodded in appeasement, "fine by me. You know them better than me anyway", she then kissed Nyssa softly on the lips. "Thank you for this. I'd hate to go out there with you steaming mad at me", she said once they pulled apart.

"I can't let you go out there without me. I told you, I cannot stand by as you face danger", Nyssa replied. She had barely got the words out before Laurel scooped her up in her arms and placed her on the arm of the couch. "What are you doing?" Nyssa questioned in confusion.

Laurel answered by spreading her legs before dropping to her knees, "giving you a proper thank you", she said before bringing her mouth to Nyssa's center.

There's the final chapter. I couldn't help but make it a little angsty and that came from Nyssa needing to address some of the things she felt earlier on, her fear of how Laurel would view her. She is proud and she doesn't have any crippling insecurities but I think that she would want the approval of the woman that she loves. I also believe that any insecurities that she does have come from being seen only as the Heir by her father and nothing more. I also couldn't help but make her a bit of a mother hen because Laurel can be rather careless. I also view Laurel to be one of those people where they have to work or they will go crazy.

I am working on a one shot between these two but that will not be out for a while. I'm going to put my focus on my story Little Bird. Please leave a review telling me what you think and how I can improve.