One of my favourite Jason Todd moments was a post death retrospective in which he, when walking down the street, sees a runaway stroller about to be hit by a car and instinctively saves the baby. When the mother thanks him he just smiles, plays it as no big deal, and walks away. It was a nice change of pace from the way he was often written after his death, since the writers often seemed to be trying to imply that he deserved to die (or at least brought it on himself) by being a shitty person and a subpar Robin.
He was a hero. A little too passionate and lacking in the necessary emotional detachment, but a hero nonetheless.