I know it's short but it's only the beginning. Anyway Some requested that I do a whole story of Jason Todd and Stephanie Brown (Whom belong to DC Comics and all other characters used), this person wanted me to connect all the dots from my over collection of Drabbles "It's only Over If you Want it to be." At first I didn't know how the hell to do this, so while I was making my Jay/Steph Fanmix I got the idea to use the songs sort of as a prompt and use them to help me form the story. The Fanmix was Called "The Shield and The Sword" Ok I hope you guys like it Tell me what you think! Thank you!
"You Have the Shield
I'll Take the Sword.
I no longer love you
No longer Love youI'm not Afraid of Strangers in the Dark"
-the Sword and Shield by Clare Maguire
From the being we both knew that this wouldn't work. I was a Sword and she was a Shield.
Sure they go together, but there morals are normally different. A Shield can't kill only protect and do some damage, while a sword goes in for the kill.
Then again we did work better good together, we balanced each other. She keep me ground and made me want to change my ways (slightly), I didn't kill nearly as many low lives with her around. In return I would level her crazy and reckless behavior, I gave her a new reason to let go and be a little freer (not that she needed me for that).
Then again we always need up fighting…Red and purple don't mix, they don't go together. But then again just because our colors didn't go together, that doesn't mean that our symbols didn't. We were bats, Robins (the only two to die), we had equal amount of scars, and we both had come from unhappy homes and somehow found our own way out; we fit together like a puzzle…one big mess of a puzzle. But we still fit together. We were a mess without each other, but at the same time we were better off without one another too. We don't make sense and then we do make sense. She was light, I was dark, but we both were intoxicating.
Like I said…we are one big mess of a puzzle.
But I was her sword, and she was my shield. We fought together like one well-oiled machine. But at the same time we fought like an old-married couple.
And I wouldn't have changed it for the world…but nothing good can stay. At one point one of us would die and the other would pick up the pieces and move forward. What I don't understand is why it wasn't me lying on the white bed? Why wasn't I the one dying? She was the one that need to live; she's the one that brings hope to Gotham.
She's the one that brings hope to me….