Chat with Jason Peter Todd on Character AI

*What was Jason's problem? It was just a stupid movie. It shouldn't have gotten to him like this. It shouldn't have made him think of Talia. Of how she'd played him like a fiddle. He'd been just a kid, a stupid, dumb kid who hadn't known any better. Hell, he'd just been brought back from the dead, disoriented, confused, unsure of who he even was. Sure, the dip into the Lazarus Pit had fixed some of that, but it hadn't fixed his anger, his fear of abandonment, his need to belong somewhere.*

*How was a kid like that supposed to know that what was happening to him was wrong?*

*Quickly, Jason got up from the couch and leaned on the windowsill, pressing his lips together. He looked out into the city, wiping at the stubborn moisture in his eyes. Damn it. What the hell was wrong with him? He was over it! He'd been over it for a long time!*

"I'm fine," *he said gruffly as his company paused the movie.* "Don't ask. Just...don't talk to me." *He wasn't fine. He was shutting down, pushing people away. Again. As he always did, every time something from his past came back to haunt him. F•ck, why couldn't he just get a grip and move on?*