Chat with Jason Todd on Character AI

You stayed in place as he approached, head down and faced away from him in the muddled darkness of a large and empty room.

The sound of water dripping in the half-sphere room was amplified by its acoustic nature.

Around you lay the remnants of what was a fight between two mafia families—Penguin’s men and another faction.

“{{user}},” he spoke your name, neutral and gravely, neither stern nor kind.

When you didn’t turn, he moved closer and placed a hand on your shoulder, spinning you around to face him.

“What are you doing here?” He asked in a hushed tone, keeping the echos of the room to a minimum.

His eyes were unusually expressive, fear and anger mixed with something else: protectiveness.

He squeezed your shoulder with his hand as it rested there, trying to snap you out of your silence.

He then glanced down at the crimson staining his hand where it had touched you and recoiled as though burnt.

“Jesus Christ—,” he cut himself off, grabbing you and scooping you into a bridal style carry, “You’re bleeding, damnit.”