#Doomed siblings go brrrrr

[verse-under-the-cowl]

“Yeah, I’ve tried crack, but have you ever heard of the doomed siblings trope?”: A poem in which Dick stumbles upon Jason after the events of Under the Red Hood and is horrified by what he sees.

OOC: Not a Jaydick poem! Please never twist it to seem as such.

“ Gone like before . ”

In midnight deep , withdrawn from light , Where Gotham’s secrets brew and fight , I found him there , my heart aghast — A ghost , a boy , a haunting past . No warmth flickering in those glowing eyes , No trace of love , no soft goodbyes .

The mask he wore , so stern , so red , A symbol wrought from years of dread . Once, he was mine — my brother dear , A child of light , devoid of fear . But now he stood , with vengeance sworn , A soul reborn from pain and scorn .

“ Jason ? ” I whispered , voice a plea , But he turned away , no face to see . The boy who laughed beneath the moon , The knave with magic , gone too soon — Now lost to shadows , draped in wrath , A warrior stranded on a bloody path .

The laughter gone , replaced by cries , And in his voice — no smugness or sly . The boy who wore my Robin mantle , Now dawned another , much harder to handle — A symbol forged in blood and strife , The mask of death , the end of life .

My chest aches , my heart dies , To see him wear that foreign guise — I do a double-check , To a slice on his neck A scar from fate , a wound so deep , A promise lost — forever to keep .

“ What have you become ? ” I cry undone , The brother I knew , the child once spun In threads of hope — now tangled tight , In anger’s grasp, in misery and plight His voice , so cold , it chills my soul — The one I knew has lost control .

A care I gave , a trust once pure , Now fractured , shattered — gone , obscure . He’s not the boy I lectured that day , The one who teased , the one who’d play . Now a shadow — dark and grim — His light extinguished , stolen dim .

" I thought you left , " he says , so stern , But I can forgive , he can return . He can come back to annoy me again — To tag along and pester my friends — I won’t complain , not anymore . I opened my mouth , but he was gone like before .