[ It’s been years since Harry had seen his brother.
                 And this wasn’t how he exactly wanted to see him again.
                 Behind bars of a mental facility , waiting for him to come
                 and take him home. It wasn’t like Harry wanted that – but
                 he didn’t have a choice. His brother passed up the spot
                 in Oscorp to some stranger that Harry didn’t know the name of
                 and Harry? He got marked insane. Therapy and check ups
                 were now needed. Harry thought it was bullshit though. 
                 But as he sat behind the bars of his cell in Ravencroft ,
                 waiting for his brother , he looked down at the white
                 sneakers on his feet and sighed.
                             Fucking.            Great.                                            ]