***Author's note**

Thanks for reading this! I left the country for a few years and have not had reliable wifi until I returned! This is the 5th installment in my series "The Dayhound Saga." If you have not read the others, that is strongly suggested.

Book 1- The Day Will Rise

Book 2- The Gemini: Day and Night

Book 3- Titans Rising

Book 4- The Gemini 2: Return of the Nightwolf

Thanks for reading, once again, and I hope you enjoy.

Prologue

"He doesn't talk much." The Psychologist told Amanda Waller. "He's very soft spoken. Although I've cracked what seems to be multiple layers of psychosis, there's still much more. He doesn't tell me everything either. I believe he is a compulsive liar, but I have no clue where he got that from. Both his mother and his brother, at least according to him, as well as other info I could gather on them, were very honest people."

"Interesting." Waller replied, looking through his file, "What would you describe his current mental state? Is he stable?"

"Well he certainly acts stable. Ms. Waller, I have reason to believe he is a sociopath."

"Why is that?" Waller asked.

"Because he acts like one. Sort of. It is the strangest case. He has absolutely no problem inflicting pain on others, but he seems to regret killing that girl. He says he does, anyways. He's so good at lying, I can't believe anything he says. He's fooled every lie detector test we've given him."

"How do you know he's lying then?"

"I guess when you put it that way, we don't for sure. But, when the whole cafeteria says that he beat up three inmates to the point of hospitalization, and he says that he didn't, that usually is a lie."

"And there is no sign of him lying at all on a lie detector? At all?"

"No. It looks more like the truth than his own name does."

"Interesting... How well has he been keeping up his shape? Does he work out?"

"Well, he was banned from the weight room for fighting, but after that, he devotes all of his free time to exercise. He does more push-ups and sit-ups than anyone I have ever met."

"And you said he fights a lot? Is there a reason?"

"He usually starts the fights. He has a sort of hero complex. If he sees or hears of anyone doing anything wrong, he beats said person up. I don't know where he learned to fight like this... He actually has the other inmates scared. And keep in mind that many of these inmates are insane as well."

"So, when can I talk to him?" Waller asked. The Doctor's radio buzzed. She grabbed it and put it to her ear. Seconds later, she put it back down.

"It would seem you can right now. He is fighting with another inmate in the cafeteria."

Waller, the doctor, and a few orderlies made their way quickly to the cafeteria. They burst open the doors to see a large circle of inmates. The orderlies stopped to try and get the inmates against the walls, but Waller just pushed through the crowd. She wanted to see the Dayhound in action.

Daniel Wilson had been in Arkham Asylum for about a year and a month now. He looked a little different than his picture on the ARGUS files. His formerly shaggy hair was cut neatly, and he had grown a medium-length beard. He looked a lot rougher than the boy that the Huntress loved so dearly. He looked hardened. He looked like a soldier.

Wilson was fighting a very large man. He was about 6 foot 7, and probably 300, almost 400 pounds. He could've been a professional wrestler.

The Wrestler picked Wilson up by his neck. Instead of panicking, Wilson grabbed the wrestler by his wrists and pushed down. He nailed the wrestler in the face with an elbow when he tried to get his arms back up. The wrestler dropped Wilson and staggered back.

Wilson didn't waste any time. He charged forward, leaped, and nailed the wrestler with a superman punch. The large man staggered back more, he probably would've fallen over, but the crowd pushed him back up. Wilson kicked him in the gut, then brought the man's head to his knee as he doubled over. The wrestler fell over hard onto the ground. Wilson had won.

Shortly after, some of the guards burst into the circle and slammed Wilson on the ground. It looked like he let them slam him though, but Waller could've been mistaken. The guards took him away.

"Ah, Miss Waller, there you are." The Doctor said, relieved, "I was worried that you had gotten lost or worse."

"It's alright, Doctor," Waller assured her, "I can handle myself. You don't get this high up in government by being cute."

"Even still, many of these people are deranged and very dangerous."

"Wilson is being taken to a treatment room for me to talk to him, I presume?"

"Yes. We were going to take him to the infirmary to treat his wounds, but he swears he is not that injured."

"Alright, let's go."

"Very well. I'm not sure how cooperative he will be though."

"I'm not asking for that. I will get him to cooperate."