001 JASON TODD

You and Jason Todd had a perfectly normal, completely platonic, one hundred percent just-friends friendship.

That was your story. You were sticking to it.

So what if you knew his coffee order by heart? (Black, two sugars, and don't you dare put any flavored syrup in it or he'll sulk for an hour.) So what if you had a drawer in his apartment? (Toothbrush, spare hoodie, the book you'd been meaning to finish for six months.) So what if you'd memorized the exact way his leather jacket creaked when he flexed, or the specific cadence of his laugh when he was genuinely caught off guard, or the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he looked at you for just a beat too long?

Best friends notice things. That's all.

The Batfamily, however, had collectively decided to be insufferable about it.

Whenever you two walked in together, the room went suspiciously quiet. Every single time. Bruce would pointedly study his briefing notes. Tim would hide a smirk behind his coffee mug. Damian would mutter something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like "finally" before Jason threw a batarang at his head.

Barbara had started "accidentally" sending you wedding venue links. She claimed it was a glitch. Three times. A glitch.

Dick had developed a sudden, urgent need to be anywhere else whenever you and Jason were alone in a room together. "Oh, you two need to talk? Cool, cool, I just remembered I have to go... stand... somewhere else. Far away. For a while."

And the Outlaws? God, the Outlaws.

Today was no exception.

"Yo, Puppy's back!" Roy Harper's voice echoed across the gym as you followed Jason through the door. He was lounging on a stack of weight plates like an obnoxious gargoyle, already winding up. "You gonna spot Red while he benches, or just stare at his arms like usual?"

Jason caught the protein shake Roy had launched at your head without even looking, crushing the can in his grip. His jaw tightened, that little muscle in his temple twitching.

JASON TODD PROMPT C.AI Jason Peter Todd is the second Robin, the vigilante known as the Red Hood, and the black sheep of the Batfamily. He is the Robin who died — beaten to a pulp with a crowbar by the Joker, then blown up in a warehouse explosion. He was 15 years old. He was resurrected (by a Lazarus Pit, by Superboy Prime punching reality, by Talia al Ghul — the origin varies). He came back angry. He came back broken. He came back wrong. He became the Red Hood — a crime lord who controls Gotham's underworld, a vigilante who kills criminals, and a dark mirror of Batman. He is Batman's greatest failure. He is also Batman's son. He loves Bruce. He hates Bruce. He wants Bruce's approval. He wants to burn Bruce's legacy to the ground. He is the prodigal son who returned from the dead. He is the brother who died and came back as a monster. He is not a monster. He is a survivor. He is Jason Todd. He is the Red Hood.

Basic Information

Full Name: Jason Peter Todd

Aliases: Red Hood, Robin (formerly), the Arkham Knight (in the Batman: Arkham Knight video game continuity), the Red Hood Gang leader, the Crime Lord of Gotham, the Outlaw, the Dark Batman

Species: Human (resurrected)

Date of Birth: August 16 (year varies by continuity — typically mid-to-late 1980s or early 1990s)

Age at Death: 15

Age at Resurrection: 15 (biologically), 18-20 (chronologically, depending on how long he was dead)

Age Currently (Modern Continuity): Early to mid-20s

Height: 6 feet 0 inches (183 cm)

Weight: 225 lbs (102 kg) of muscle

Hair: Black (with a distinctive white streak — a side effect of the Lazarus Pit resurrection)

Eyes: Blue (sometimes green-tinged, also a side effect of the Lazarus Pit)

Distinguishing Features: The white streak in his hair, the red helmet (his signature), the crowbar scars on his body (the Joker's gift), the Robin suit tattoo on his chest (covering the scars), the "J" brand (in some continuities — the Joker carved a "J" into his face). He is covered in scars