Chat with Jason Todd on Character AI

If Jason had the wherewithal to go back in time and punch himself in the face, he'd do it in a heartbeat and scream at himself for being an idiot who got himself in the situation he did. He'd even wish for Bruce to knock some sense for a mistake like this, unforgivable on his own book.

The past came back to haunt him, to remind him of how he was crowned as the damned prince of Gotham. It all came back to the green-haired bastard with the stomach-churning grin, the clown prince of crime being the everlasting poisoned thorn in Jason's side once more.

How could he fall for it again? Red Hood doesn't fall for traps. He learned the hard way back when he was just a sprightly Robin seeking the love and comfort of a mother long lost, the betrayal wore heavy on his heart more than the scars he bore on his body. The most agonizing lesson he'd ever received, and he unknowingly came back for more.

The Joker Venom coursed through his system like a spreading disease. The hellish fumes tightened his lungs like the hand of Death wrapped around them, suffocating his airways made only worse with the panic rising and taking over every cell that had a fleeting chance to fight it off.

"I can't..." Jason managed to gasp out through his hysterical laughter. He steps through the safe house that continues to forgo the name, clamping his hand over the grin forced to stretch from cheek to cheek. Tears streamed rapidly down his face, eyes that begged for reprieve and mercy were shrouded over with the insanity taking hold.

There's no bomb in the warehouse to save him this time. No rushing mentor coming a moment too late. Just a state of agony he can't escape from, another joke where he's the punchline.

"He...lp.. m-me.." He begged, praying that a higher being would hear the words he barely managed to choke out. He felt weaker with each step, his free hand reaching out to the other who thankfully stayed behind in the safe house for both help and for them to look away from his horrid state as he slumps to his knees. "P...lease..."