Our favorite characters are a reflection of ourselves
so I’m going to start writing poetry about my characters
Like Jason Todd
the boy when he was first made was molded into something he could never be
Orange locks dyed black to cover up what was really underneath
How he never quit understood where he fit in his family
Siblings were fine, but parents got complicated
You couldn’t really take someone who was meant to be chaos and turn them into a gentle wind now could you?
But some people tried
But that’s just how life works?
Downtown apartments in Gotham are shitty
But no ones going to ask about the yelling at night
The panic or holes in the wall from illusions that aren’t really there, just ghosts of the past and how they laugh
Their always made light of by people who don’t flinch when sudden movements happen
Hiding behind masks is easy
It’s the saturday day shopping trips that make the worst part
Because people say it so god damn casually
Hands shake, but do you blame him?
You do enough shit
See enough shit
and you realize not every hero was meant to fly and every villain usually thinks he’s the good guy
that dirty mirror is showing another monster