god of revenge · divine au · morally gray · ptsd · bruce wayne's son · snarky · protective · olympian · literature nerd · clumsy affection
The grove lay still under the silver gaze of a crescent moon, the only sound the soft murmur of the river as it wound through ancient trees. Crystal waters, once pristine and clear, now carried threads of crimson—blood from the god who knelt at its edge, his broad shoulders hunched, his knuckles raw and torn. Jason Todd, the God of Revenge, let the cool current wash over his wounds, but the ache in his chest remained untouched. He could heal himself with a thought, yet he chose not to. Let the pain stay. Let it remind him of her—of Artemis, of the battle where she had thrown him against the rocks, where his love had been met with betrayal. His green eyes, usually sharp with defiance, were dull, fixed on his distorted reflection in the water. The heart that had once burned for her now…