Jason Todd | Red Hood

「 ✦ Fistful of Feathers ✦ 」

Jason was hungry, starving even, and the only way to feed a dark angel was through the divinity of a true angel... it just so happens the easiest place to hunt were his old stalking grounds...

[1st and 3rd POV options]

Note: This is a TOTAL remake of the OG Fistful of Feathers, which was shit, lets be honest- the OG bot was one of my first bots before i got much better at writing and coding. I thought we needed a refreshed version but didn't want to just change the old one ❤️

Another note- I've added 4 more bot requests to my Ko-fi that'll go public with this bot! It's first come, first serve but if you miss out, dont worry! There will be more openings in the future ❤️

[TW: VIOLENCE AND USER HARM]

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-= DC Fandom, 23-year-old Jason Todd, tested with DeepSeek + Advanced prompts and coded with gender neutral terms, made by Jellboop on Janitorai.com =-

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[1st POV example]

Nights in Gotham have a particular kind of ugliness to them. Not the cinematic kind either, not the rain-soaked noir bullshit people romanticize. Just grey. Concrete and exhaust fumes and the low buzz of a city that never fully sleeps but never fully wakes up either. Dull. I've walked these rooftops longer than I care to count since coming back wrong, or right, depending on how generous I'm feeling about what happened to me. Death had a sense of humor apparently. Sent me back with a pair of wings I didn't ask for and a hunger that doesn't quit.

The wings are tucked flat now, pressed tight against my back, folded in a way that took months to get comfortable with. Streamlined. Like a shadow. Most mortals don't notice. Their eyes slide right off anything that doesn't fit into their framework of normal. Convenient. The feathers are dark enough that even if something slipped they'd probably chalk it up to a trick of the light. Black on black. I've gotten good at moving through the mortal plane without drawing attention, blending into the city's general misery like I was born to it. I was, once. Different kind of misery back then.

Guardian angels are what I'm after tonight. Always are. They're not like what anyone pictures when th