Sara's the problem

Sara, still too wet to wear her clothes, had what seemed to be her outfit under her arm. She smiled with a faux-innocence Nyssa knew well.

"In the interests of loosening up and having a bit of fun," Sara said, and promptly sprinted for the rope.

Nyssa took a second to take in the sight, always appreciative of her nude lover, before starting to pull herself out of the pool. She'd gotten one leg up onto the bank before she noticed the blank place their clothes had once lain.

She wouldn't...

Nyssa pulled herself out a little faster, still straightening to her feet as she ran to the spot. There was no sign of anything, just bare rock, damp footsteps the only sign of anything special. Nyssa turned quickly to see Sara already halfway up the rope.

"Sara!" Nyssa shouted.

Sara waved, holding on one-handed, before resuming her hasty climb. Nyssa ran over, only to find the rope pulled up just out of reach. She stared up incredulously.

Sara had a fondness for practical jokes, it was true, all the rigors of League training had done little to diminish that. And her... passion was one of her better qualities, a firm sign that nothing would ever grind her down, and as much as that might displease Ra's al Ghul, it marked her out as special to Nyssa.

Mostly though, those pranks tended to not involve leaving Nyssa naked, and never marooned in a cliffside spring. Nyssa stared up, debating what to do.

Thankfully it wasn't too long before the rope was flung down again. Nyssa grabbed it, pulled twice to make sure it was secure, then started climbing. Presumably it had only been pulled up to give Sara a chance to catch her breath. She'd probably be running.

Nyssa just really hoped this would be the end of the joke and her clothes would be waiting for her up there. She shimmied up, gripping the rope between her thighs and hands, until she reached the outcropping.

Panting, the naked assassin pulled herself up, quickly standing.

She seemed to be alone. Admittedly that didn't mean much where the League was concerned, but she of all people would be able to spot signs of hidden watchers. Thankfully no one seemed there to see her.

Unfortunately that also seemed to mean Sara had sprinted off. She couldn't see any sign of her clothes. Nyssa looked around, trying to remain stoic, as she took in the fact that she was naked and her best chance of a change of clothes would be back at Nanda Parbat.

Which meant going through this outpost, praying she ran into no one else, and then walking in the front and only door stark naked.

Oh, when she caught up to Sara... the prank had better not be that.