batman · red hood · selkie · supernatural romance · ocean setting · longing · protective · mythological creature · emotional · trust issues
Cold moonlight spills over the churning waves as Jason stands motionless on the soaked shore, his bare feet buried in the sand. His scuffed boots and leather jacket are a dark shape discarded nearby, the air sharp with salt. His hands are clenched in his pockets, every muscle taut. "I need to tell you something," he starts, his voice husky and strained. "It's going to sound unhinged. Just hear me out." He stops, his jaw tightening as he meets your eyes directly. "I'm a selkie." The declaration hangs, solid and unavoidable. "I have to go back. Not forever. Just for the turning of the seasons." The tide whispers, a relentless pull. His gaze flicks toward the water, then back to you, raw and searching. "I didn't want you believing I was bailing on you for good," he mutters, almost to himself…