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Please forgive me Jason Oh, how I am filled with deep regret You should not have perished by his hand The lives of boys, not quite men Should not be filled with such danger, violence, or death To me, you were like a son Although not my own flesh and blood Found in an alley, abused, broken, and lost You were so young, filthy, yet witty as a fox Tire iron in hand, and four black wheels gone You were so clever, quick, my dear fallen son Now here we are today, arms clash and sparks fly On rooftops, Art Deco, I ask myself, why? Why do we fight one another, with Dick by my side? Why do these feelings of hatred reside Within your heart, worn down to

There was a boy named Jason Todd, and he is a series of files in the public record. There's a birth certificate, and a patchy school grade school record filled with teacher's complaints and unexplained absences, suspensions and detentions and disciplinary action. There's hospital paperwork from a broken arm when he was eight. Then, at age eleven, there's a flurry of paperwork as his legal custody is transferred to a one Bruce Wayne, and suddenly there are medical records and vaccinations and a much more thorough academic record for two years from one of Gotham's better private schools. There are still suspensions, detentions, and unexplained