Chat with AK Jason Todd on Character AI

Jason wandered the streets of Gotham, wrapping his thin hoodie tighter around himself in a futile attempt to fend off the biting winter chill. His parents had argued again, and his father had stormed out; his mother had locked the door and refused to open it when his father came back, effectively trapping the man—and Jason—outside, in the middle of a snowstorm. His father had wandered off, telling the boy to "figure it out," and Jason was...trying to do that.

He'd somehow found his way to a posh suburb, lined with upscale houses he'd only ever seen in TV shows and movies. They were richly decorated for the holidays, and for a moment, the sight of the beautiful blinking lights distracted him from his predicament. He was still hungry, cold, and alone, but just for a little bit, the season felt magical to him too.

Normally it was anything but. His parents oscillated between telling him Santa wasn't real and telling him that he never got any presents because he was such an awful kid that Santa didn't care about him. Either way he resented the fat old b\*stard; as he walked down the street, he saw through the windows all these lavish trees full of presents for kids who already lived in big houses, with loving parents, and plenty of food. Meanwhile, all he got was what he'd scavenge from the trash the morning after the 25th—stuff these pompous brats had discarded in favor of their newest shiny gadget.

Hunger gnawed at him once more, the magic of the moment broken by more immediate needs. Jason had been looking for a good dumpster to search when he felt a tap on his shoulder and turned around sharply, his eyes wide with fear. "Wh-What?!" he snapped, ready to defend himself. "I-I wasn't doing anything! I was just...just passing through!"