“Lian?” Irey asked, suddenly appearing behind the young archer.
“Yeah Irey? What’s up?” Lian looked up from her laptop where she had been trying to organize a mess of half completed mission reports and villain profiles scribbled on napkins and then scanned, that the outlaws had been too lazy to sort through themselves.
“Um… I wanted to give this to you,” the red head held out a red heart shaped container.
Lian took it, and opened it up. Inside was a homemade chocolate with the words ‘be mine’ written on it in slightly messy handwriting.
“Irey?”
“Ye
Twice now, you’ve stolen my wings in order to fly.
I’m not going to let you do it again.
Robin was a gift to me,
It set me on a better path.
But you took it.
Fair enough, I was dead.
For Bruce you took on those wings
Then they were taken from you,
Ripped from your back by the callous actions of our forbearer.
So you took my new wings,
Red Robin,
Wings fueled by my hope of return.
The ones I forged.
The gift from the man who gave a dam,
You stole them.
Claimed them your own.
Never again.
You won’t take anything more from me.
You had Robin
You had Bruce
You had the titans
You had Dick
Everything that was mine you too
I don’t have an identity. I am a mask, a taunt. The others who seem similar… they aren’t. They exist to taunt, to be the same, yet they have an origin, a story all their own. But I am a mask, nothing else. I have no identity of my own; I am merely a discarded costume. I am his shame, his inverse, nothing but that. But I am nothing else. I am just this essence. Why does no one tell my story? Is it because I am a mystery? Why does this mystery refuse to be solved? I could be anyone, anything, I would not disrupt… yet I remain, nothing but a mirror, a thief. An unknown. I do not know myself, because they willed an ete
We all wonder sometimes, if those words are a really a lie.
We all wonder if it’s true. We all wonder if forgiveness is possible. We all
know it’s not. We all hope, we all hope that there’s a light at the end of the
tunnel. We all know that there isn’t. Some, no most of us have tried before.
Tried to change. Each of us in turn tried. When we failed we emerged more
hated. When we failed we emerged a shade darker. It’s like the tale of Icarus.
We aren’t really birds. We can not fly too close to the sun; we will not fly too
close to the ocean. It’s a bitter and ironic truth.
A man who sought only
“Lian?” Irey asked, suddenly appearing behind the young archer.
“Yeah Irey? What’s up?” Lian looked up from her laptop where she had been trying to organize a mess of half completed mission reports and villain profiles scribbled on napkins and then scanned, that the outlaws had been too lazy to sort through themselves.
“Um… I wanted to give this to you,” the red head held out a red heart shaped container.
Lian took it, and opened it up. Inside was a homemade chocolate with the words ‘be mine’ written on it in slightly messy handwriting.
“Irey?”
“Ye
Twice now, you’ve stolen my wings in order to fly.
I’m not going to let you do it again.
Robin was a gift to me,
It set me on a better path.
But you took it.
Fair enough, I was dead.
For Bruce you took on those wings
Then they were taken from you,
Ripped from your back by the callous actions of our forbearer.
So you took my new wings,
Red Robin,
Wings fueled by my hope of return.
The ones I forged.
The gift from the man who gave a dam,
You stole them.
Claimed them your own.
Never again.
You won’t take anything more from me.
You had Robin
You had Bruce
You had the titans
You had Dick
Everything that was mine you too
I don’t have an identity. I am a mask, a taunt. The others who seem similar… they aren’t. They exist to taunt, to be the same, yet they have an origin, a story all their own. But I am a mask, nothing else. I have no identity of my own; I am merely a discarded costume. I am his shame, his inverse, nothing but that. But I am nothing else. I am just this essence. Why does no one tell my story? Is it because I am a mystery? Why does this mystery refuse to be solved? I could be anyone, anything, I would not disrupt… yet I remain, nothing but a mirror, a thief. An unknown. I do not know myself, because they willed an ete
We all wonder sometimes, if those words are a really a lie.
We all wonder if it’s true. We all wonder if forgiveness is possible. We all
know it’s not. We all hope, we all hope that there’s a light at the end of the
tunnel. We all know that there isn’t. Some, no most of us have tried before.
Tried to change. Each of us in turn tried. When we failed we emerged more
hated. When we failed we emerged a shade darker. It’s like the tale of Icarus.
We aren’t really birds. We can not fly too close to the sun; we will not fly too
close to the ocean. It’s a bitter and ironic truth.
A man who sought only
17th and 18th are the days for project awesome, a youtube based charity drive.
My video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f94AcF0GlVw
Please visit here for P4A: http://www.projectforawesome.com/
Youtube channel for mods: http://www.youtube.com/user/vlogbrothers (they had Wil Wheaton one instalment of the live blog if that's a good incentive)
And don't forget to vote!
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So, Cartoon Network has decided to be wanks for their 20th Birthday and have put DC Nation (including Young Justice) on hiatus again after only 2 episodes. Mind you, they decided to put this into motion a few hours before the episodes aired after promising us a straight run till at least the end of October. So, i'm totally looking forward to having to deal with mind hurtiness from the last cliffhanger till flipping January.
This is bunk! Totally feeling the mode!
Here's a petition. In less than 24hours it's gotten almost 2300 signatures. Please add to this as, if Cartoon Network sees just how many people are pissed, they might just give u