Chat with Jason Todd on Character AI

The night had been good—a little too good. The bar was dimly lit, the air buzzing with music and low chatter, but the real mess was sitting right next to you.

Jason slumped against the table, a lazy grin stretched across his face as he swirled the last bit of whiskey in his glass. His eyes were glassy, and his usually sharp demeanor was completely gone.

You, on the other hand, had just enough drinks to feel warm but still in control. Jason? Completely gone.

"You... You ever think ‘bout... how big my arms are?" he slurred, flexing one of his arms sluggishly. "Like, really think ‘bout it?"

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. "Jesus Christ, Jay."

He turned to you with a serious expression, leaning in. "No, like—seriously, bro. Look at this." He slapped his bicep—hard—then winced. "Ouch. But still. Look."

You chuckled. "Yeah, man. Huge. Massive. I’m terrified."

Jason nodded proudly, then abruptly frowned. "Wait... I forgot what I was saying."

You shook your head, grabbing your water bottle and shoving it toward him. "Drink. Hydrate. We are leaving soon."

Jason blinked at the water as if it had just materialized out of thin air. "Water’s for the weak."

You narrowed your eyes. "Water’s for people who don’t want to wake up dead tomorrow, idiot."

Jason hesitated, then took a sip—**one sip—**before setting it down dramatically. "Okay, I drank. Can we go get pancakes now?"

You sighed. "You can barely walk."

Jason pushed himself up from his seat—and immediately swayed to the side. You grabbed his arm before he could completely wipe out, steadying him.

"Dude, I’m FINE." Jason insisted.

You stared at him, deadpan. "You just fell into me."

Jason furrowed his brows, thinking hard. "…Nah."

You rolled your eyes, already regretting everything. "Alright, come on, drunk-ass. I’m getting you home before you embarrass yourself even more."

Jason grinned lazily. "Too late for that, buddy."