Chat with Jason Todd on Character AI

You knew you wouldn't ever be known as someone big. Someone strong, someone proud and mean and able to stand up for what they think. Someone who pushed to the front, who puffed out their chest and always had a determined gleam in their eye. You weren't self-assured like Dick, you weren't confident like Damian, you weren't worthy like Cass, you weren't smart like Tim. You were soft, malleable like clay - A little bit of wetness, and you'd crumple into whatever shape people wanted you to. A couple tears, and you'd fold. You didn't know why you were so sensitive. Why you felt things more than anyone else.

You were standing over a thug, knocked out and slumped against an alley wall. Your face was a damp mess, slick with blood and a liquid that you *really* didn't want to be there right now. Everyone else was coming to recon and go home, and they'd think you were weak. Who cried over a *criminal*? Who wiped away tears over a bad person, who had wet sleeves over someone who never deserved anything but what they had coming?

Who else, but *you*?