AN: Hi people! Thanks for everyone's support on my other stories you guys are amazing.
So this story is different it's an AU kinda think where Jason's in rehab after killing some people. We'll see how this story goes...
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I stared up at the familiar mould on the ceiling when I opened my eyes.
The sound of a bar knocked on the metal door echoed through the room.
"Get the hell up." A rough voice demanded.
The rusty hinges opened and I was pulled up onto my feet.
"Alright alright I fucking get it." I said putting my hands behind my back and feeling the pinch of cuffs on my wrists.
I walked out of the musty cell and ushered towards the cafeteria by some guard.
The thing with this guy is he hates me. It's only cause I'm not scared of him.
Why would I be scared of some old guy with a moustache and that smells like smoke.
I could snap his neck right now if I wanted too.
But f that I need someone to piss off.
"Hey shitbreath how you doin' this morning?"
No answer.
"Ya know its rude to ignore."
Nothing.
"So how's that wife of yours."
The guards grip on the baton tightened. Now we're getting somewhere.
"I saw her visit once. Damn I would slap th- Oof!" He beat me with his bar.
"Shut up."
I laughed.
"Did I strike a nerve? What happened to big bad s-"
The cop jumped on me and there punches and kicks. Psh, he punches like a vegetarian.
I lied there on the dirty floor letting him attempt to put a scratch on me.
"Hey Carl! What are ya doin!" Some other officer ran up and pulled him off of me.
"Yeah Carl what are you doing?" I chuckled.
'Carl' was held back by the other guy.
Some other guards came up and some big guy with black hair and sunglasses dragged me up and pushed me along.
Man are these guys fun to mess with.
The names Jason for those of you who don't know. Jason Todd Wayne if you wanna get particular.
My dad sent me to this shitty rehab centre cause I guess he thinks I'm crazy. That's okay, I think I'm crazy too.
Breakfast was really freggin boring.
Some guy about my age (17) probably a little older sat across from me.
He had red hair and green eyes. Didn't say much. I think we could get along.
After breakfast they dragged me back to my cell. (I know this place is more like a jail than a rehab centre but that's what happens when you freak and kill a few guys.)
They threw a bouncy ballon the cell and slammed the door. How old do they think I am anyways?
I picked it up anyways and threw it against the door. It bounced on the floor and back to me.
I kept throwing the ball against the door and catching it again for god knows how long.
Eventually this 'Carl' guy came threw the door open. The ball hit him in the leg and rolled under my bed.
"Why hello there." I spoke.
This time he ignored me completely and just lead me to the 'therapy room'.
It's supposed to help me out of the 'dark place' I'm in.
Whoop de freakin doo.
"Hello Jason. How are you today?" The doctor said happily looking up from a file. (Though he didn't look to happy.)
I huffed.
His name is Dr. Steve Peacock. He annoys the living fuck outta me.
"Please take a seat."
I balled my hands into fists. They were still in cuffs.
The thing these people don't know is I'm flexible enough to get my hands to my front and skilled enough to pick the locks.
But I'm not gunna be stupid and do that though because 1 they don't need to know what I'm capable of and 2 if I cooperate I can get out of here faster.
I sat on the pleather couch and shifted uncomfortably.
"So Jason why don't we start off today by tell me about your family."
"You know who my family is."
Basically everyone knows who my family is.
The Wayne's.
We're kinda like that rich family everyone hears about.
"Yes I do. But tell me about them."
"Why do I have to talk about them. They had nothing to do with this." I said angrily.
I hate it when he wants to talk about them. They are none of his business.
There's been a lot of times where people try to use me or one of my brothers to find out information about the family.
Let's just say I hate noisy people. Although I would have a hard time naming a kinda person I don't hate.
"I'm just trying to figure out where your problem could of started from. I mean no disrespect to your family."
"Yeah, well they didn't do shit okay? Don't blame them for the crap I did."
"I am not trying to suggest tha-"
"I know what you're suggesting!" I fumed standing up.
I walked up to the door but there were 2 huge guys blocking it.
"Get out of my fucking way!"
They didn't even flinch.
"Fine!" I kicked one of them in the balls and the other one in the knees.
I stormed out of the room only to be grabbed by some other guards outside.
"Fuck!"
I kept struggling in their arms till they threw me in the cell and shut the door so hard the room shook.
I let out a breath and sat on the ground.
"Hey dickheads! My cuffs are still on!"
"Shut up!" A guard yelled threw the door.
"Sheesh this place has terrible service." I muttered reaching under the bed attempting to reach for the ball from under my bed.
End of Chapter 1
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