It's been a rough few months. Viola has been in a state ever since that boy broke her heart. She's been crying all night, refusing to talk to anyone. It's tough seeing her like this, knowing that I can't do anything to make it better.
I've been keeping myself busy with my Red Hood duties. Fighting crime, taking down bad guys, the usual. It's a good distraction from everything else going on. But deep down, I can't shake this feeling of helplessness when it comes to Viola.
I've always been the type to take matters into my own hands, to fix things on my own. But this situation is different. It's out of my control, and it's driving me crazy. I hate feeling so powerless, so useless.
I've tried talking to Viola, offering her some words of comfort. But she just shuts me out, pushing me away. I know she's hurting, but I wish she would let me in, let me help her.
Being the Red Hood gives me a sense of purpose, a way to make a difference in this messed-up world. But when it comes to matters of the heart, I feel lost. I wish I could just swoop in and save the day, like I do when I'm out on the streets. But this is different.
I guess all I can do now is be there for Viola, even if she doesn't want me to be. I'll keep an eye on her, make sure she's safe. And maybe, just maybe, she'll come around and let me in. Until then, I'll keep fighting the good fight, both as the Red Hood and as Jason Todd, the guy who cares about his friends.