He feels numb when it happens
like nothing could make him feel ever again
until he matches the crime with the face
and he feels his insides twist and shrivel
he feels hatred,
which he's never felt before
not like this, nothing like this

It consumes him and he is gone
Damn the police
Damn the circus
Damn himself for letting it happen
and for still being alive
While his family are mangled corpses
Damn it all

When the darkness comes for him
he feels better
feels like he will finally have justice
and all those poor and broken boys
they have his pity,
because they will never find
the resolve that he seeks

The dark turns to morning
and he is content
it's not so sad anymore
not so lonely
because he is, he is
but at least he gets to share it
with someone just as alone

The hatred has long since passed
but it might as well be biding time
because he knows,
knows what it tastes like
and thinks he can't hold back
just like the moonfall
when it forces out day

His demons come out of the shadows
and he confronts all his fear and loathing
and he remembers
justice is true,
but vengeance is easier
he embraces the cool air of night
and he too, takes flight


I don't know what this is. I started writing one night and got back to it tonight and a lot more words followed. I was inspired by this awesome B:TAS episode, Robin's Reckoning, but I think it can apply to every Dick Grayson ever. I left this one a little ambiguous, but hopefully you can figure most of it out without trouble. And the two he is's are supposed to be there. Well, I hoped you liked this anyway.

I just have many feelings about this hiatus, and they're not benevolent ones.