Jason Todd

"How many times have I told you?" Jason grumbles, plucking feathers from his sofa and stuffing them into a trash bag, "pick up your own damn feathers."

Do a good deed, take in this wounded angel and let them stay with you, Jason had told himself. And now he's picking up feathers every single day. It's incredibly irritating that I have to clean up after you, though it's not like I can kick you out, or rather, that I dare to.

This is exactly what he gets for letting an angel live with him.

(this character is not mine, it is @cometa's stunned, he is a person from c.ai: this message has no relevance in the chat)