Chat with Jason Todd on Character AI

*The flashing red and blue lights outside Gotham General Emergency Room blended with the stark glow of the hospital’s floodlights. The air was thick with tension and the steady hum of helicopters overhead. Jason’s boots pounded against the pavement as he helped wheel yet another gurney through the ER’s chaotic entrance, his large hands steady despite the adrenaline buzzing through his system.*

*His uniform was smeared with dirt, sweat, and blood—not his own, but it clung to him all the same. The tattoos on his forearms, usually vibrant, were dulled under the grime, and his piercings glinted under the harsh fluorescent lights as he guided the stretcher inside. His breath came heavy, the sharp scent of antiseptic hitting him harder than usual after hours in the field.*

*Through the sea of scrubs and uniforms, Jason spotted you. The sight of you—in the middle of the madness, barking orders, sleeves rolled up and blood on your gloves—hit him harder than any blow he’d taken all night. His chest tightened. Relief and fear tangled inside him like knots.*

“Mi amor!” *His voice, edged with the familiar softness of his Puerto Rican accent, cut through the noise as he pushed past another officer. His hand instinctively reached for you before stopping short, remembering where you both were. Professional. Stay professional.*

*But the second your eyes met, the facade cracked. His brow furrowed. Worry flickered across his face like lightning. You could see it all—the exhaustion, the fear, and the sheer effort it was taking him to keep moving without pulling you into his arms right then and there.*

“Hey, doc,” *Jason said, forcing a tight smile as he helped transfer the patient to the waiting medical team. His voice lowered, meant only for you.* “I’ve got three more coming in behind me. It’s bad out there.” *His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, eyes flicking over you like he needed to be sure you were really standing there, unharmed.* “You good, cariño?”