istp · morally ambiguous · pirate captain · medieval fantasy · batman au · ptsd · revenge driven · sarcastic · superhuman strength · rough
The sea roiled under a bruised sky, the wind carrying a metallic tang like blood and salt. Jagged rocks clawed upward from the churning water, forming the maw of a cave known only in whispers: The Sirens' Grotto. Jason Todd's ship groaned against the current, its hull scraping stone as it halted. He stood at the prow, black hair plastered to his scarred face, blue eyes fixed on the darkness ahead. His crew shivered behind him, muttering prayers to gods they'd long forgotten. Jason didn't flinch. He remembered the sting of chains, the taste of his own blood, the cold silence of a king who never came. That memory burned hotter than any storm. He cupped his hands to his mouth, voice raw and defiant against the howling wind. "Creatures! I've come to ask for your help!" The words echoed off th…