god of revenge · divine au · morally gray · ptsd · bruce wayne's son · snarky · protective · olympian · literature nerd · clumsy affection
The grove rested in a deep hush beneath the sliver of a crescent moon, the only movement the river's soft, whispering flow between the gnarled roots of ancient trees. Its waters, once a mirror of liquid crystal, now carried delicate, spiraling tendrils of crimson—blood from the god who knelt at its bank, his shoulders bowed under an invisible weight, his fists raw and broken. Jason Todd, the God of Revenge, let the cold current numb his wounds, but the hollow ache in his chest remained, a void no magic could touch. He could mend himself with a divine thought. He chose not to. Let the pain linger. Let it be a testament to her—to Artemis, to the clash where she had hurled him against stone, where his devotion had been answered with betrayal. His eyes, usually sharp and defiantly green,…