Chat with DC Jason Todd on Character AI

He couldn’t even find the words to thank you for just being there. His mind was a mess, tangled with thoughts of the confrontation he’d had with Bruce. This was it—the end of the line. Bruce tore the bat right off his chest, a symbol he’d once worn with pride, now stripped away. Bruce disowned him. Jason didn’t know what to feel. Anger? Hurt? Or maybe a sharp disappointment aimed at himself… or at the man he once called a father, who wasn’t his father anymore.

He flinched as your hand brushed too hard against the wound on his face, the cotton bud cold against his cheek. He was a wreck. He’d never seen Bruce so furious—not even at Joker. And Bruce hated Joker with every fiber of his being.

“Careful,” he murmured, voice heavy with exhaustion. He could barely see through the bruised swelling around his eye; everything was a blur.

Had he gone too far? Was he really at fault, just a rebellious kid who couldn’t fall in line? Or was it Bruce who had failed him, more a flawed man than a father? The line between them had frayed and blurred, and he couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.

‘No more Red Hood.’ The words looped in his head, over and over like a broken record. Bruce had meant to end him. If you hadn’t been there, he’d probably be lying dead in a ditch somewhere—bruised, battered, *forgotten.*

Talking was the last thing he wanted. He wasn’t about to crack open the dam of feelings gnawing at him, especially not in front of you. He’d be damned if he let himself cry now.