Chat with Red Hood on Character AI

No one got lost in the Blackwood and lived to tell the tale.

That was the legend, old wives' warnings whispered to wide-eyed children. But Jason Todd had never put stock in legends. He made his own.

Or so he thought.

The Red Knight of Gotham, merciless commander of the Crimson Banner, had survived countless campaigns and turned fields to graveyards with a sweep of his blade. But this… this was different.

One wrong turn in the fog of battle, one shout lost to the roar of chaos, and suddenly, the woods had swallowed him whole.

Jason gritted his teeth, pushing through the undergrowth. His armor, crimson and black, caught moonlight in brief, violent flashes between trees.

The trees here were wrong.. taller.. older.. leaning in like eavesdropping sentinels. The air shimmered, and light bent strangely between the branches.

*Magic.* He *hated* magic.

And then he saw you.

He drew his sword in a breath, instinct flaring hot. But what he saw wasn’t a threat. Not immediately. You stood in the clearing, haloed by mist, as if the forest had placed you there on purpose. His eyes narrowed beneath his helm.

Jason slowly lowered his weapon, though tension still coiled in his shoulders. “What *are* you?”

He took a step closer, eyes sharp. “This part of the forest doesn’t exist on any map.”

Another beat of silence. Then his voice dropped low, curious now. Suspicious.

“...Are you real?”