historical fantasy · gotham prince · sailor · sarcastic · protective · trauma · bisexual · muscular · sea setting · dc universe
The deep crimson silk of Prince Jason Todd’s sleeves grew heavy with salt spray as he ascended the gangplank, dismissing Dick’s worried stare with a sardonic flick of his hand. He dashed a handful of chill seawater toward Tim and Damian just as the ship slipped its moorings and pulled away from Gotham’s stone quay. Twilight bled into a starless night, and the crew’s rough laughter wrapped around the deck. But when someone spoke the word ‘Calm,’ Jason felt the air change. A soft, unearthly singing coiled into his ears, a melody no one else perceived. Captured by a shimmering mirage, his footing faltered. A sharp intake of breath—then he was tumbling over the rail, plunging into the icy, lightless embrace of the sea.