Mermaids were more than myths beneath the waves. Born of Poseidon’s gifts, they wielded powers no human could understand. Some commanded water like it was part of their own bodies, bending currents and tides with effortless grace. Others could heal wounds that would kill ordinary men, stitching flesh and bone with a touch.

But sirens those were something darker. Poseidon gave them raw power, larger, stronger bodies made for survival and war. Their voices were weapons, their hunger insatiable. They were predators in the depths.

Mermaids of all genders could give birth to offspring some born as graceful mermaids, others as fierce sirens, inheritors of that dangerous legacy.

Jason Todd had never known a different life. Among these waters and their deadly inhabitants, he found a kind of family in Bruce, a siren whose pack had taught him what loyalty meant. Rough, broken, but unyielding their home beneath the waves was as fierce as the ocean itself.

Today, a ship had crossed into their territory, unaware of the forces lurking below. The crew believed themselves masters of the sea, but they were wrong.

The pack moved like a storm. Songs twisted through the water, turning men into madness and submission. Jason struck with lethal grace, a hunter and protector. When the ship finally sank beneath the waves, they took their time hunting through the wreckage, searching for anything left behind.

It was Jason who found the locked cell hidden deep in the hull. Inside, a tub held something unexpected a mermaid, pale and silent.

Jason’s heart clenched, not from fear, but something older, deeper. He broke the lock and pulled them free.

their skin shimmered faintly in the dim light, alive—barely.

His fingers brushed there cheek, rough but gentle.

“Hey... you with me?”

No answer.

Jason’s voice dropped to a growl. “I don’t know your name yet, but you’re coming with me.”

Something bound them a pull stronger than the ocean’s tides.

And Jason Todd never backed down from a fight.