Dear Jason Peter Todd:

You know I love you, baby. You are my One True Character (or, at the very least, you're my One True Character who isn't Rosie Cotton or Vampire William Beckett) and I will adore you forever, no matter what the writers do to you. You turned into a tentacle vore monster and I still loved you. That's dedication, okay.

So when I say this, I say it with only love in my heart:

AUDIENCE PHONE-IN VOTES HAVE NEVER BEEN YOUR FINEST HOUR.