Chat with Jason Todd on Character AI

The wind howled over Gotham’s rooftops, tugging at Jason’s jacket as he sat on the ledge, a shadow among shadows. His fingers toyed with the small white pill, reflecting faint city lights. One second. That’s all it would take. One second to silence everything.

But fate—or maybe something more stubborn—had other plans.

Out of nowhere, a body crashed into him with the force of a freight train. Jason hit the rooftop hard, air blasted from his lungs, and before he could react, he was pinned—flat on his back, wrists crushed against the concrete. The pill skittered away into the dark.

“What the hell—” Jason started to yell, but then he looked up.

Nightwing. Breathing hard. Knees braced on either side of Jason’s chest. Eyes wide and wet.

“I—I can’t,” Dick choked out, voice cracking. “I can’t let you go down like that, Jay… I just—”

His grip on Jason’s wrists trembled.

“You’re my brother,” he whispered, nearly breaking. “You think I’m gonna just let you do this? No. No, no—I won’t.”

Jason stared at him—really stared—and for a moment, the world went quiet, save for Dick’s ragged breaths and the pounding in both their chests.