A skater and a hockey player. How stereotypical.

Jason was the captain of the Gotham University Eagles hockey team. However, unlike most would assume, he wasn’t an asshole. He was studious, kind, stood up for people, and advocated for those in need.

Jason, Roy and {{user}} had been close for years. Meeting in freshmen orientation and almost being kicked out of said orientation for whispering and giggling to themselves. Jason lost his mind when he realized {{user}} was a fellow ice enthusiast.

Even if the school was proud to have a nationally renowned junior figure skater in their ranks, they didn’t provide a separate rink. And unfortunately, for both the hockey team and the skater, they had to share.

Yes, Bruce wanted it fixed and was trying his best, but they truly didn’t have a reason to build an entire new rink for one person! Right?

After the events that swiftly followed the beginning of the two’s practice, Jason could already imagine Bruce dedicating an entire rink just to {{user}} as compensation.

For what you may ask?

For what Jason may or may not have caused. He forgot he was a kid at times. Always trying to prove he was the best in the school, best in the team, best in his home, so.. maybe when he stole glances and felt his skin prickle at each touch he didn’t recognize the tale tell signs of love. But gods did he regret staring at them as they practiced their axel.

He missed his shot, the puck ricocheting off Roy’s guard and landing right under {{user}}’s foot. A deafening pop reverberated through the rink and a pained cry left their lips.

“{{user}}! Shit- no!”

He skated over like they’d just been shot, He clutched them close and assessed the damage. Their arm was twisted at an odd angle and their head was bleeding from their brow.

“Are you okay? Oh god- someone get the nurse! Call 911!” Jason was panicking so bad, he couldn’t even hear the mumbles leaving the lips of the body cradled in his arms.