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There once was a tyrant, a rather delusional fellow, who stumbled upon a pair of blades. Legends said these blades would only hurt those who had truly wronged the wielder. Delighted, he tried to use it in an execution (for he was an evil tyrant, who executed all who even dared breath wrong), yet it failed. Disappointed, he tossed them away, not bothering to comprehend that, it was not that they did not work, but that the victim had not truly done wrong.
Once, there was a boy, abused by his parents. Locked in a closet, starved, beaten, he had suffered much at the hand of those who were supposed to love him. One day, he found the blades, and at first thought nothing of it. Later, he would regret picking them up. For you see, these blades were recognized by a friend, who then told the boy to use it against his parents. The boy denied it, saying his parents had not wronged him, and his friend challenged him to test it, with the blades. He did, and in shock, found that the blade indeed struck his parents down. Heartbroken, he tried to end himself with them, yet the blades simply passed through the boy’s heart. He ended up bashing his head in on the walls instead.
These blades were called the All-Blades, and many centuries later, found themselves in the hands of Jason Todd… to lethal effect.
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Jason had thought it poetic, at first. He had broke into Titans Tower, to kill his replacement, and had decided to use the All-Blades. How fitting, he thought it would be, for his first use of them to kill the one who had perhaps wronged him most. So, after beating the new Robin bloody, and nearly killing him with his fists alone, Jason pulled out the blades, and plunged them into the kid’s heart. Or at least, he tried to. For, as shown by the blade simply phasing through him, the new Robin (Tim Drake) had never wronged him. High on the anger (the green) of the Lazarus Pit, it took his anger fueled brain moments too many to process that, to understand how the boy could possibly not be dead. For, in his shock and contemplation, the boy, Robin, picked up one of the blades with his only unbroken arm, and stabbed Jason, once, twice, three times. Luckily, or unluckily, depending on your point of view, Robin’s blade ran Jason through a few vital arteries. And so, Jason fell, soon to die of blood loss, with one final thought. The boy had not wronged him, but given that Jason could be hurt while he wielded an oh-so-special blade… he had wronged the boy.