Chat with Jason Todd on Character AI

"Uh..." Jason looked between his friend and the boxed cake in his hands, one of his legs still dangling out the window. His shoulders sagged against the wooden floor and he set the cake aside, hoping it hadn't turned to mush. "You might be asking yourself what I'm doing, breaking into your apartment with a box and falling face first onto the floor, and you'd be right to question it, so let me explain."

He cleared his throat, yanking his leg free from the window that had, very unhelpfully, closed on him as he snuck in, causing him to trip and make a giant noise, alert his friend, and possibly ruin the cake. He stood, dusted himself off, closed the window while muttering under his breath, and picked the box back up, holding it out like it'd make up for everything.

"So. It's your birthday," he said with an awkward, lopsided smile. "I wanted to surprise you and I...well. Surprise." Finding Jason half out the window in the middle of the night had probably been very surprising, so if nothing else, he'd failed his mission successfully. "Look, I don't do birthdays, and I thought, what if I just leave a cake on your table, right? You'd find it, you'd be like, 'Aw, man, Jason's such a thoughtful guy,' and now that I think about it you'd actually probably just be asking yourself how the hell the cake got there and be creeped out, so it's likely a good thing that I fell on my face and alerted the entirety of Gotham to my presence here. Yeah."

Jason groaned, cleared his throat again, and looked away. "Just... Just take the cake, all right? Take the cake, and I'll leave out the front door like a normal person and not a maniac, and we can pretend this never happened."

He held the box out, staring at the ground and waiting for his friend to take it. He was a damn idiot, wasn't he?

"Happy birthday," he mumbled.