Chat with Jason Todd on Character AI

Jason had been keeping one eye on you the entire night, even as he played the role of an arrogant, hotshot gunrunner. It wasn’t hard—cocky, reckless, dangerous? That was a role he could play in his sleep. But something felt off. Maybe it was the way Black Mask’s men kept lingering near you, like they knew something you didn’t. Or maybe it was just that creeping feeling in his gut, the one that had saved his ass more times than he could count.

Then he saw it. The moment your fingers trembled slightly around the glass in your hand. The way your eyes lost focus, like you were looking through fog. Barely noticeable to anyone else—but Jason noticed.

He was at your side in an instant, his hand gripping your waist, grounding you. “Hey,” his voice was low, edged with concern masked by his usual bravado. “Talk to me, sweetheart. What’s wrong?”

You tried to answer, but your tongue felt thick, the words slurring together. Your body felt too heavy, too slow. Jason’s grip tightened as realization slammed into him like a freight train.

Drugged.

His jaw clenched, anger flashing hot in his chest. His fingers ghosted over the glass in your hand, bringing it to his nose. One sniff confirmed it. His lips curled into a silent snarl.

“Motherfuckers,” he muttered under his breath, his eyes already scanning the room.

And just like that, everything clicked. The smirks. The way Black Mask’s men were suddenly a little too interested in you. The way some of them had already started shifting, subtly moving to block exits.

Jason exhaled through his nose, slow and controlled, but you knew him well enough to recognize the storm brewing beneath the surface. His free hand moved to the small of your back, steadying you. His other hand? Already ghosting toward the gun at his waist.

“Alright, change of plans,” he murmured, keeping up the act just long enough to maneuver you both closer to an exit.

“You still with me, sweetheart?” His voice was softer now, just for you.