I don't know how I got here either
Jason Todd & Ryland Grace
Grace is a teacher in the Narrows and he works hard to improve his kid's education. When he can—outside of grading—he spends his time at soup kitchens and works on bettering his student's community (it’s harder to set up a communal garden then one would believe, who'd have thought).
Primarily, he volunteers at one of Red Hood’s soup kitchens.
One of the lead volunteers, Jason, was good about placing him where he’d be needed to be during shifts. Sometimes that'd be in the kitchen or handing out food, other times it’d be teaching some of the kids and adults who were willing to learn.
As much as he wanted to volunteer for the night classes, he couldn't. It’s time and resources he just can’t spare with his teacher’s salary, but it’s something to work towards.
Jason was intimidating at first. They may have been the same height but with his slouched posture and Jason’s extreme bulky frame he felt diminutive in comparison when standing next to the man.
Despite that it was surprisingly easy to talk to Jason.
He was a huge literature and theatre nerd—a direct contrast to Ryland’s love of science and microbiology, but they just fit somehow.
Jason would rant and rave about any and all things book related. Talking in length about the differences between the popular live adaptations and the original source material. Ryland would comment something about of the unnecessary risks the stunt team preformed, leading Jason to discuss the importance of proper stunt training and gun safety on big shot productions.
He’d listen intently as Ryland told him all about the newest developments and discoveries in the scientific community, asking probing questions and actively engaging himself in the conversation.
Jason had a nice timber to his voice and an alley accent that only got thicker the more heated he became. It was nice to listen too. It was nice to be listened to in return.
He couldn’t really tell when going out for coffee became grading tests at Jason’s dining table. When quick bites together turned into Jason claiming one of the armchair in his flat.
He definitely couldn’t tell when he started using his microbiology degree to help neutralize toxins that were flooding the streets, but Jason knew a guy who knew a guy—apparently—so here he was.
Surrounded by equipment in a safe-house the Red Hood owned, synthesizing a partial dilution to give to those effected by the fear gas outside. While it wouldn't cure them, it would hopefully lessen the effect.
It wasn’t perfect by any means, but supplies were apparently low from an attack the week prior and Jason had asked him for help. He wanted to help. He would do almost anything to help those he cared about.














