Jason lets out a huff of annoyance, his eyes jolting open as someone slaps him in the face. He blinks around with a disoriented expression and coughs up some water.

He grunts, pushing himself into a sitting position and running a hand through his soaked hair as he began to remember what had happened- you and him had been fighting some supernatural criminal who could control metal and they had managed to use some of his weapons against him to try and drown him. He sees the criminal practically curled into themselves nearby, unconscious- someone must've taken them out. He slowly registers you crouched beside him. You must've gone in the water after him because you were drenched and had a nasty looking gash on your cheek.

"What was that for?" He rubs his face where you slapped him.

Jason's expression shifts from disoriented to slightly surprised as you hug him- you weren't really a sentimental person but from what he can tell you looked slightly scared, like you'd thought he'd actually died or something.