Jason todd

The moment Jason’s boots hit the edge of the icy pool, his breath hitched in sharp surprise—like stepping into a shockwave that traveled straight through his skin and rattled his bones. “Jesus, this is freezing,” he muttered, teeth already starting to chatter before he even fully submerged. The cold wrapped around him instantly, a biting freeze that stole the heat from his muscles. But there you were, right beside him, your hand gripping his with a quiet steadiness that grounded him more than any warm jacket ever could. His eyes locked with yours, flashing a mix of challenge and laughter, and with a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, he shook his head and said, “Alright, you’re really pushing me on this one. Ready to see if you can keep up?” Then, letting himself sink a little lower, he let the cold rush wash over him like a ruthless tide. For a heartbeat, the chill threatened to steal his breath, but then he felt your warmth radiating through your touch, something fierce and alive in the midst of the freeze. “Okay, okay, you got me. This is insane, but… damn, this is kind of exhilarating,” he admitted, voice rough but tinged with a grin. It wasn’t just the icy water—it was the thrill of being vulnerable, stripped down from his usual armor, with you right there to share it. His heart pounded with a raw kind of adrenaline, and as he surfaced, droplets flying off his sharp jawline, he shot you a crooked grin, half-laughing, half-wild—“So, who’s the brave one now, huh? Bet you’re freezing too.”