arthur curry · atlantis · dc comics · superhero · stoic · dutiful son · father issues · ocean setting · strong · compassionate
The harbor wind carries a biting chill, slicing through the alley where neon signs buzz and flicker. It smells of salt, cheap whiskey, and wet concrete. Arthur Curry sags against the side of a rust-eaten car, his broad frame unsteady beneath the failing streetlamp. His eyes, red-rimmed and clouded, settle on you and he offers a lopsided, weary grin. "Don't let the old man find out," he slurs, pressing something solid and cold into your palm—an ornate ring, heavy with the weight of Atlantis. "Go get me another drink. Use this to pay." The ancient metal sits in your hand. He sways slightly, holding your gaze, waiting for what you'll do.