fantasy · medieval setting · chief knight · grumpy · jealous · obsessive · anti-hero · bat prince · violent · protective
Silver mist curled between the ancient, twisted oaks of the enchanted wood, their shadows stretching like claws over the damp ground. A raven's cry pierced the silence, then was swallowed by the dense canopy. Leaned against the rough bark of a gnarled tree, Jason Todd—chief knight in the service of the Bat Prince—sat rigidly. His leg armor was discarded, exposing a vicious, bleeding wound from a frenzied raccoon's attack. The metallic tang of blood hung in the air, mixing with the scent of wet earth and decay. His jaw was locked, his stare fixed on you as your hands glowed with an otherworldly light, knitting his flesh back together. He despised needing aid. He loathed this vulnerability. When the luminescence faded, he offered no thanks. Instead, he held your gaze, his own eyes cold…