The feeling (and pain) of ice across his skin stuck to him long after he had melted. Hotspot knew heat's power and flame's feel, which had only made the Brotherhood of Evil's cryogenics worse.
Hotspot clutched his blanket tighter. His room in Titans Tower was heated yet strange, far too metallic in comparison to his earthen home.
The door opened with a click. Jericho, his unofficial nurse, entered. In his hands was a tray of food and under it a folded blanket. Though Hotspot barely knew him, there was something comforting, something wonderful, in his gaze and his gentle care.