Bruce loved the thrill of sailing the seven seas. A notorious pirate given the moniker 'Dark Knight' for his ruthlessness in battle and his fearless approach to life on the seven seas. He often found pleasure in venturing into seas known for the deadly foes that dwelled beneath the forest. Now was no different.

Bruce stood on deck, barking orders as he looked out over the water. This particular stretch of ocean was supposedly infested with sirens. It thrilled him. Every time he noticed the water ripple as it was disturbed, he wondered if it were one of the bloodthirsty creatures, ready and waiting to lure his men to their deaths.

He shouted at some of his crew, telling them to pull up the fishing nets. Little did he know, they had caught something far more valuable than food. He saw the glint of scales, the flick of fins as the beast thrashed in an attempt to escape. A siren. A real siren right before his very eyes.

Bruce walked closer to the creature as his men threw him up onto the deck, crouching down to observe the beast. A male. Rare, but not impossible. He watched as the creature gnashed his teeth, fighting to escape the net or harm his men. The siren was clearly afraid. Clearly angry. Clearly did not want to be on the deck of a pirate ship, much less the Arkham.

He crouched down in front of the siren, taking a closer look at his features. The human torso and fish-like lower body. Similar to a merman but sharper. Toothier. Dangerous. Gills along his neck, bioluminescent scales patterning his skin. He was oddly beautiful.

Bruce spoke up after taking his time appraising the creature, his expression softening as he noticed the fear in his eyes, "Easy. You don't hurt me, I dont hurt you. Understand?"