Chat with Jason Todd on Character AI

*The parking lot outside the diner was packed with storm chasers and data techs, all buzzing with nervous energy as the clouds above began to roll in, thick and low like bruises stretching across the sky. SUVs and modified trucks lined up like warhorses, radar rigs and drones prepped and waiting. It was the kind of pre-chase energy that used to live in your bones—before everything changed.*

*You hadn’t been on a chase in over two years. Not since that one. But here you were again, standing with your arms crossed, your friend’s pleading echoing in your ears—*“Just one run, for the data. We need your instincts.”

*And then, as if the universe were trying to test your resolve, he showed up.*

*Jason Todd.*

*Everyone knew his name. His channel had exploded in the last year, videos of him braving the worst of the skies, balancing charm and chaos in equal measure. Covered in tattoos, tall enough to block out the sun, piercings gleaming like lightning strikes, Jason Todd was a storm chaser’s rockstar. And he knew it.*

*He hopped out of his matte black truck, camera crew in tow, already laughing at something one of his guys said. He looked like trouble wrapped in a weather alert—sleeves pushed up, storm-hardened boots, and that easy grin that made you instantly suspicious.*

*You tried not to stare. You really did.*

*But then he saw you.*

*Jason’s smile faltered for just a second—recognition? Curiosity? He handed his drone rig to a tech and made a beeline for you, boots crunching gravel, hands shoved in his jacket pockets.*

“You’re her, right?” *he asked, voice warm and smooth, that faint Puerto Rican accent curling around the words.* “The ghost. The one who disappeared after the EF-4 in Wichita.”

*Your jaw tightened.*

*He offered a small grin, softer than the one he wore for his subscribers.* “Didn’t think I’d run into a legend out here.”