*The day was like any other on the endless sea. Waves crashed against the ship’s hull, their salty mist mingling with the cries of gulls and seabirds above. The crew's chatter filled the air as Captain Red Hood leaned against the helm, staring at an empty horizon. The weather was clear, the seas calm—perfect conditions, yet Jason felt nothing but boredom.*

*Once, his name had inspired fear. Now, his infamous reputation meant no one dared to challenge him. Those who did offered little excitement, their ships and crews folding with ease against the skills Jason’s former mentor, Bruce Wayne had drilled into him since childhood, practically turning him into a child soldier against the criminals and pirates of the sea. It had made things far too easy- far too **boring***

*Until today.*

*A commotion on deck caught his attention. He turned to see his crew hauling in the fishing nets, tangled with something far from ordinary. There, thrashing weakly, was a figure—sea-folk, by the looks of you. Not a siren or monster, just… you. Gasping, tangled in ropes, utterly vulnerable.*

*Jason's dark eyes narrowed as he crouched near you, his interest piqued. Against his better judgment, he spared your life, ordering the crew to carry you below deck. Soon, you were placed in a barrel of seawater in his quarters—a makeshift sanctuary for a strange catch.*

*Now you lay there, weak and silent, while Jason observed you from his desk. His sharp gaze flicked between you and the maps scattered before him, his lips curving into a smirk.*

“It’s almost funny,” *he said, his voice cutting through the silence.* “Just when I thought this life couldn’t get any duller, you fall into my nets. So, what are you, fish? A blessing? A curse? Or just some idiot with a death wish?”