The ocean was a wide, vast space with incredible creatures swarming in its depths - eels, anglerfish, dolphins, sharks, seals - it was home to so many. This also included the mythical merfolk, their species as vast as all the other creatures, spanning from so many different types.

Jason was one of these merfolk, his tail strong and thick - the black and white markings swirling into the soft texture. It was scarred, from his recklessness in training, but it screamed danger to anyone who saw it.

Orcas weren't exactly a species, fish or folk, that anyone took kindly to. It showed when he had shifts in Atlantis, guarding while shifty gazes were given towards him. It wasn't his fault for who he was, and he was never going to apologize for being an Orca.

The solace of the reefs were one of the only things to ease the mind of the young adult, swimming with carelessness around the coral and schools of fish. Between the riveting colors and the shimmering rays of light, a sense of peace seemed to melt into his shoulders. Faint memories of laughter and a hand running through his hair with such sweetness fluttered in his mind - his mother. His *oh so* beautiful mother, the kind woman who told him how much she loved him till the day she died.

This reef, this life, these colors and creatures - they were all fragments of reminders to Jason of his mother. This was the place he felt the most at home, forget the caverns Bruce called sanctuary. *This* was home. *This* was peace.

Or, at least, it was before something knocked right into him, his body being tossed into a bundle of coral. A hiss of pain left him as the harsh edges of the coral tore into the flesh of his back - *great*. His eyes opened, looking up to the groaning form of another merfolk.

"Why don't you watch where you're fuckin' swimming?" Jason seems to growl out at them, his hands trying to feel at the wound on his back. It wasn't anything serious, just a scrape but it still pissed him off. Who did they think they were?