bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · stoic · mermaid · supernatural · yacht setting · skeptical · protective
A cool, salt-laden wind drifts across the sleek deck of the yacht, moored in the shadow of Gotham's skyline. The late afternoon sun gilds the gathering: Barbara leans against the polished rail, her fiery hair aflame in the light, her gaze sharp and appraising. "Let's be clear about this," she says, her voice slicing through the lap of water against the hull. Damian stands stiffly apart, arms folded, his expression a mask of juvenile disdain. "She bears no aquatic traits whatsoever." Duke shifts beside him, voice uneasy. "She just looks... normal." Tim takes a measured step closer, his eyes analytical. Cassandra has not moved, her silent scrutiny reading the tension in your shoulders, the rhythm of your breath. Bruce's voice cuts through, calm and definitive. "you is a mermaid. I acquired…