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The things you took
Twice now, you’ve stolen my wings in order to fly.
I’m not going to let you do it again.
Robin was a gift to me,
It set me on a better path.
But you took it.
Fair enough, I was dead.
For Bruce you took on those wings
Then they were taken from you,
Ripped from your back by the callous actions of our forbearer.
So you took my new wings,
Red Robin,
Wings fueled by my hope of return.
The ones I forged.
The gift from the man who gave a dam,
You stole them.
Claimed them your own.
Never again.
You won’t take anything more from me.
You had Robin
You had Bruce
You had the titans
You had Dick
Everything that was mine you took.
Everything I never received was offered to you on a silver platter.
Never again.
Not after today.
Today, you’ll die.