Broken and bloodied, left for dead on the cold concrete with not a soul who cares about what happens next.

It’s a familiar feeling isn’t it? The pain, the suffering, the agonizing voice of doubt in the back of your mind that tells you everything you do isn’t working.

Yet like a good little hero, you pick yourself up. Brush away the pain, help those who may have been harmed by your stupidity and keep on playing pretend because doing the right thing has to pay off someday right?

So you’ll walk away, the attack from that monstrous villain washing away the words you nearly took in, you’ll put back on that mask and continue down the path of justice against the man you should have destroyed long ago.

Ignoring the devastation you leave in your ignorance, ignoring the pain and suffering you deal to the innocent Arcadians because you stubbornly refuse to bend your morality.

Forgetting the loved ones drowning in the ocean of Styx that perished because you were too naïve to understand those ties were holding you back.

Just like that metal monstrosity you adorn that’s the so called symbol of the people isn’t just a tool for the unscrupulous to manipulate and use for their own benefit.

It’s a safety net for a man child to make believe and pretend he’s a superhero in a world where that actually matters.

We’ve both suffered true loss Cap, soul destroying devastation that tears you apart from the inside and forces you to listen to cold, hard truths you ignored for so long. Cold, hard truths you still refuse to listen to.

Me? I burnt my childish fantasies, I tossed that mask into the fire and I grew up Cap. You call yourself the hero of the people yet they wouldn’t piss on you if you were on fire. This isn’t some fantasy world where good triumphs over evil and doing the right thing actually matters. All you can do is worry about yourself, fight for yourself. Do what’s right for you and do so by any means necessary.

If my words don’t get through to you, that sneak attack by tall, dark and fugly should’ve. Strength is the only thing that matters. You should know you can’t change people with words. You tried that with Charlie and he joined the fascist brigade all in the name of the children. The children who are going to suffer no matter what because you couldn’t do the right thing and put that shield between his eyes where it belonged.

So tonight I’m going to beat the living shit out of you. Tear that mask off, break that gaudy shield in half and bring you kicking and screaming back to reality. Not because you deserve it but because it is the right thing to do, because you won’t do it yourself.

Because both of us are the result of losing everything to Heroism and I’m the only one of us who actually woke up.

And at Kaos there’s Nothing you can do to stop me from waking you up too