This poem takes place as an alternate ending of Season 2. See if you can guess who each person is, and comment/PM any questions or guesses.

I do not own Young Justice, DC comics, or any of their characters.

No one notices

When my title disappears

And my name along with it.

I was shoved away

No longer trusted with a flash drive

So it would be better for me to be dead.

Wash their hands clean

Forget that I'm the reason they're alive.

An old adversary

Who I trust more than my once-family

Agrees to take me in.

The past is behind us

And I gain two brothers

With the promise of rescuing the others.

One from death

One from capture

One from the trap of a soldier.

We open our arms

Give them homes

And all of us brothers gain a father.

We grow stronger

Await revenge for those who slighted us

Simple whispers behind closed doors.

We wait in the shadows

Preparing to strike

To prove our worth.

One of our enemy joins us

Admits his mistakes

Reveals his inspirations.

We allow him

Embrace him

We have our spy.

Hits are handed out

For us to complete.

We need to remain alert and ready.

We set a trap

After we give enough warnings.

I am the bait.

My role will be the spark to our fire.

I plunge the knife

Into the soft flesh beneath me.

I don't stay to watch him bleed out.

As I leave

They confront me.

Telling that I had to stop,

They could save me,

Take me away from the villain.

I sneer at them.

They don't yet realize

That they are the villains.

It'll be fun

To prove it to them.

I'm greeted by my brothers.

The one who died

The one who we liberated

The one given to us to train.

My older brothers, both biological sons

Commend me on my job.

Father walks in

His one eye gleaming in pride

And allows us to celebrate.

We run to the dungeons together

Each grabbing for the whip.

Our spy comes vibrating in

Grinning from ear to ear

Exclaiming about the show I put on.

He tells the stories

Of what goes on with our enemies

As if we can't just hack into the cameras

And watch.

We allow it

Are amused by it

And so our tradition continues.

The next job is given to us by our family friend.

His friend

Allied with our enemies

Has always been with us.

We attend the ball

Piss off the rich people

Then leave before we're caught.

We choose our chessboard carefully

Methodically setting up our pieces

Playing as our father taught.

We ignore the advantages of our opponents

Just concentrating

On our end results.

We've planned at least four moves ahead.

As they come crashing down

We grow taller in perspective.

I grin as we conquer our enemies

My brothers grin as we teach them to fear

We laugh aloud as we keep the sidekicks

And force them to watch with us.

We have new toys

We'll see how long they last.

The world watches astonished

As we put our enemies to trial.

After all, they are villains.

This is what happens to them.

We warn the masses

Not to rise up.

We do not wish to slaughter

We do not needlessly kill

Yet we will not hesitate to kill them.

Secrets hidden for years are revealed.

Those who sympathize with our enemies

Are quickly taught their place.

We allow those who are worthy

To join our ranks

And if they prove their loyalty

They join our family.

We quickly grow.

Governments and world leaders

Allow our imput

Our advice.

We cater equally to all

We form humankind into what it can be.

Rebels rise up to stop us

And we annihilate them.

Our protection follows our favor.

We control all.

Our revenge

Becomes complete.