AN: I wrote this poem about a year ago and I have finally decided to publish it. It is based on how Jason feels about Bruce and he wonders if he ever met anything to the man who adopted him, or if he was really just a soldier in Bruce's mind.
Disclaimer: I don't own Batman
What am I?
What am I to him?
Am I a mere pawn, something to be manipulated and used as he wishes?
Was I always like this?
Sometimes, I wonder what I could have been if I never met him.
What I could have been if I did not surrender all of my being to him.
I would have done anything for him,
Because I trusted him with my life.
I was wrong,
And now I have paid the price.
Is it wrong that I still love him?
That I still wonder what he thinks of me,
Even as I do everything in my power to make him enraged?
Was I really nothing more than a soldier?
An expendable piece in his chess set?
Did he ever care?
Or was I just a replacement for what he had before and no longer could?
Was I ever worth anything to him?
Or was I worthless?
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