JasonPlease forgive me JasonJason4 years ago in Free Verse
Oh, how I am filled with deep regret
You should not have perished by his hand
The lives of boys, not quite men
Should not be filled with such danger, violence, or death
To me, you were like a son
Although not my own flesh and blood
Found in an alley, abused, broken, and lost
You were so young, filthy, yet witty as a fox
Tire iron in hand, and four black wheels gone
You were so clever, quick, my dear fallen son
Now here we are today, arms clash and sparks fly
On rooftops, Art Deco, I ask myself, why?
Why do we fight one another, with Dick by my side?
Why do these feelings of hatred reside
Within your heart, worn down to black ash
Was it the Joker, with his old crowbar SMASH!
I should have been there sooner
Kept you out of harm's way
And now all I have to say
Is that I have a debt to pay
For the loss of your soul
And your body as a whole
But I cannot repay
Not even to this day
For no matter how much money I may have in my drawer
The days stay bleak, not sunny
Jason ToddI am Robin.Jason Todd2 years ago in Free Verse
I am dying.
I wonder if Bruce will get here in time?
I hear another bone crack, but I can't feel it anymore.
I see the Jokers smile, and I smile right back.
I pretend I'm not scared.
I want to live.
I was Jason Todd.
I am dead.
I wonder if Bruce has avenged me yet?
I touch my wounds.
I feel nothing.
I wait in the dark.
I was Jason Todd
I am not dead anymore.
I wonder, did I really mean that little to Bruce?
I cry out in anger.
I try to understand why he would not avenge me.
I understand nothing.
I was Robin.
I am living.
I wonder if I even have a purpose?
I dream of being the better Batman.
I try to show them I'm right.
I hope someday they will understand me.
I am Red Hood.
I am angry.
I wonder how many lives I've taken?
I say I am right.
I will protect Gotham.
I will prove them wrong.
The Death of Jason ToddThe Death of Jason ToddThe Death of Jason Todd4 years ago in Free Verse
Another hit, another crack
His maniacal cackle echoes through the air
My body aches, I struggle to move
And his sinister voice hisses: "Why so serious?"
He chuckles, and pulls me up by my blood-matted hair.
I am forced to look at him
For the first time, from the eyes of the victim
And not the avenger
I finally understand
His crimson smile and pasty white skin
His demented clownish chuckle sounding from his lips
This is why I could never fight him alone
And it comes again, the thump of the crowbar
As it strikes my broken body.
His laughter is endless
Reflecting his obvious glee in the deed.
And it isn't until I'm nearly dead
My lungs suffocating me
With my own blood
That he gets rid of his weapon.
He's finally gone, and I let myself hope.
I pull myself to the entrance
Hearing fractured the bones snap
And I finally reach the door.
I reach for the handle, grunting in pain
And I hear it, a beeping, and I turn my head
Flashing green numbers predict my doom.
10, 9, 8