Owner	Pose
Cassandra Cain	Cass is under the impression that the pool is empty. That's the only reason she's here; because nobody else is. The swimsuit she's wearing is pretty standard fare, a one-piece in blue that's the normal type of thing you'd wear swimming. No fanfare or special insignias. It shows off her legs and arms, but what swimsuit doesn't? Yet she's still hesitant on entering, looking around cautiously to ensure that she's entirely, completely alone. But there are always places you don't check. Say, for example... Underwater.
Jason Todd	Nobody expects the aquatic imposition. But today they should. In the deep end of the pool there is no hole at the bottom. There might be an a-hole. But that depends on the day of the month of the year, the day of the week, and the hour and minute of the day. Right now? Jason is at peace. Or it should be hoped that he is. Just not resting in peace. Considering he is sitting Cross-Cross-Applesauce on the bottom of the pool in the very center of the afore mentioned deep end. His palms are resting on his knees, his eyes closed. As is to be expected with the depth of his meditations, he is not breathing. Not that he is dead. It is just not healthy to breathe water when one is not meant to. So Jason sits, motionless, wearing red swimtrunks. At least it isn't a Speedo.
Cassandra Cain	Cass, of course, can not read minds nor can she actually do everything, no matter what her enemies may say. But she can climb a ladder, and so she does to get up toward the top of the high dive. This is an olympic pool after all, and you get all the bells and whistles. The bell and whistle is not a dive, no. But Cass is preparing to do one as she stands atop the high dive. She bends over, grabbing the edge of the dive in a full fold, stretching her back. She tenses her muscles carefully, checking each and every one. Then she rises into place, the control slipping her upward. And she leaps off, arms held out. Perfection, twenty feet in the air. Until she sees someone in the water below, when her face screws up and she arches to one side. When she hits the water, she's almost in Jason's face.
Jason Todd	If his eyes were open, he might have seen the shadow coming from high above. But who opens their eyes in chlorine? That just burns. But once the impact of the spritely form of Cass hits the water, he can hear the soundwaves and feel pressure disturbance. When Jason opens his eyes, he has A Cass almost in his face. He remains calm, looking back at her. Somehow he isn't surprised. Maybe a little that it was Cass. He'd have bet money on Tim or Damian, maybe even Dick to try and mess with him. Even Phoebe. Cass? Not really her style. He offers an underwater nod however. Hello.
Cassandra Cain	Cass, for her part, wasn't prepared. That's no excuse though; her father would have shot her for suggesting it. No, not kidding. So Cass uses her momentum to swim around Jason rather than into him, and ends up upside-down and sideways looking at him having come around and to the side. She looks at him then. The nod is, of course, registered. Her eyes look left, then right, as she takes in what he's doing. It's obvious to anyone who's done it themselves, after all. So she floats a moment, then gathers water and strokes toward the side. The reason that she didn't want to do this with onlookers is still in play after all, though nearly faceplanting one of her teammates does take temporary primacy. That being passed though, she sets her face in a neutral and swims to the far side of the pool. Something less social in her, though it's probably something that others would consider dumb. Unless they knew and loved her. Which isn't her default setting.
Jason Todd	Jason Todd isn't one to be too touchy-feely with his emotions. Unless we're considering anger. THat emotion he shows quite easily. But here and now? He is centered and calm. Because sitting some sixteen feet underwater it wouldn't be good to lose composure considering at least Cass has no idsa how long he has been down there. At least he doesn't seem to be in duress. He watches Cass swim away and closes his eyes for another ten beats. Unfolding his legs, he propels himself to the surface with a push-off from the pool's bottom. Breaking the surface, he exhales slowly and breathes in as he treads water in place.
Cassandra Cain	Words are hard. And often unnecessary, as Jason's finely tuned detective skills show in the next few seconds. Cassandra has gotten to the edge of the pool by the time Jason is approaching the surface, and seems to be aware of him. Why do I say that? Because of what she does next. She emerges, gets out of the water, and dashes to the pile of towels. Her legs and bottom are exposed, such as they are in a swimsuit, and she wraps her scarred and ugly legs in a towel with a speed that to his eyes could only signal intense self-loathing. The scars are impressive, certainly. Some of them are quite large, and there's not much leg that isn't marked. In ballet, she wears tights. Does she even have a body issue? It seems so, as she turns away and stares at a wall intensely.
Jason Todd	Jason Todd watches Cass but only peripherally when she moves to get out. He isn't in a habit of watching others, at least in The Family. Instead he swims to the pool's edge and pulls himself up, then pushes to lift himself out of the pool rather than use a ladder. He grabs a nearby towel and wipes his chest down before draping it over his shoulders. Sliding into flipflops, he crosses over to where Cass is. If she looks at his exposed chest, the number of bullet wounds, knife and sword stabs and slashes and a few patches showing burns have all long healed but leave his body marked. "Hello Cass. Sorry I surprised you. I figured I'd have the pool to myself."
Cassandra Cain	The unspoken words are there, for her to hear if she's listening. How he simply shows his own scars, presenting his chest up close for her to see. It's not unintentional, nor is it something that she'd miss, being who and what she is. So Cass pauses, words from his mouth a thing that happen in the background. She fiddles with her towel a moment, looking at Jason, and she blushes just a little at how silly the idea was. But as she can't help the emotion existing, she can control at least her own response to it. So she pauses, then looking as awkward as ever she has in her life, she removes her towel. Just a bit, then all of it as if making herself act. But the legs of other girls are so clean, she seems to say. Her eyes look up at him, as if saying so many of those things. She glances toward the outside window, then lowers her eyes in embarrassment. Her head gives a little shake. So much going on, and not a word. Until she says, in her rarely used voice, "I glad you here." It is, of course, more than words.
Jason Todd	Jason Todd stands nearby. Not too close but conversationally distanced. As she looks embarrassed he seems genuinely confused. When the towel is hesitantly dropped, his gaze doesn't even fall to those scarred legs. Because she's Family. Everyone in the Family has scars. Many of them aren't visible from the outside. It doesn't matter. Family happens around, in spite of, and even because of those scars. They're just marks of experience. Bad or otherwise. They're signs of life. "Nice to see you. Did you come to swim laps?" He glances to the diving tower, "More high dives? I was about to hit the hot tub to relax if you'd like the pool to yourself."
Cassandra Cain	Glancing back at the pool, Cass' eyes shift around a bit. She really doesn't talk much does she? It's not like she misses the way his eyes stay where they are, nor the reasons for that. In fact she's far too aware of it, and the compliment that gives. So, taking a breath, she tries to let out the tension that was visibly making her nervous. It's not a huge shift, but it's this moment. And sometimes that's all that you get. Cassandra nods, not verbally describing what she meant to be doing in the pool, but agreeing to something that Jason'd just verbalized. Possibly all of it; knowing her she'd planned to dive and then swim. Or swim then dive, you have to give her credit for making it harder for herself sometimes. Balling up her towel though, she upnods toward the towel bin. Then she grins, and gets ready to toss. Competitive much?
Jason Todd	Jason Todd does something that is equally rare for him. He offers her a thin smile. He isn't expecting her to talk. She says more with expression and nuance than many poet-laureates do with pen and paper. As she relaxes, he nods seriously. Accepting. But then she challenges him. "Oh I -know- you did -not- just challenge me to a shooting contest..." he fires back with a grin. Reaching up he whips the towel from around his neck and balls it up as well. "Best out of one? Out of three?" He's ready to throw down.
Cassandra Cain	The snort that comes from Cass is eloquent, indeed. He and she do not need 'best out of three'. They never have. She raises an eyebrow, waiting patiently for him to catch up because she's nice like that. And then... Well. Obviously they throw, but I'm not saying who wins. Why not? Because I'm evil, like most storytellers are. But because I'm biased, I'll just say this. Jason cheats. :P