Deep black space... Dark like the night... I'm floating in it...

Feels strange. It's too quiet, but it's so... calm. All of a sudden I'm starting to see small lights around me. I think those were stars. Millions of them.

Suddenly I... I see two stars starting to glow harder, and bigger. They came closer to me. I wanted to shield my eyes, but somehow I couldn't. Dunno why, and don't even care.

Suddenly I heard a voice calling me name. I looked at one of the stars starting to shapeshift...

... It became my mother.

She walked closer, and closer, raising her arms towards me for a hug. No matter how much I told myself "Stop flying around! Go to her!", I just... kept floating, like I ignored her own existence.

Then I heard another voice I knew... I heard it asking "What are you doing here?". I... didn't really know if he ment me or my mother.

It got biger, too. While changing he kept talking, talking with an angrier tone. "You should be dead! You ruined my life!".

Then I finally realised who it was... the old bat. As he stopped changing, he glared at me, just glared, like he wanted to strangle me. Ubviously.

"I can't believe I called you a son!", he yelled. Then he started spinning around me with my mother.

So much words... I couldn't even tell them to stop.

"Get out of this place!"

"Be closer to me, child..."

"Get back to the place you belong to!"

Then both of them went closer to me, repeating one line over and over.

"You are just like him... You are just like him... You are just like him..."

...

"And then I woke up."

The prison's therapist looked at me, silent. She wrote something in her notebook. Probably how crazy she thinks I am.

"And that's all?", she asked.

I nodded. What else could I tell her? That I wish I had another dream? A better dream?

"Thank you for the information, Mr. Wayne. You're done."

I got up, looking behined me. Two guards waited for me so they can take my back to my cell. I walked with them while looking at the other prisoners who got themselved captured. Like me.

It's been about two weeks since the heroes from the parallel dimension came here and started chasing after us. It took some time to get all of us, but in the end they made it. They took out the entire Regime, captured Superman and his enforcers, and left this place to live their "Happily Ever After".

I didn't really care about getting into jail. I can stand the tiny cells, the shitty food, the boring routines...

It's the dreams that driving me crazy.

Haunting, frightening, dragging me to the very brink of madness. Every damn night I pray to have a better dream, of what could have been a much better future for me and the other people I respected and appreciated.

But who cares. Everyone are dead. No one's left to be on my side, to pat my shoulder if I make a right choice, to cheer me up when I'm down...

People like Superman.

The name itself drags me back to the moment I killed Dick. I remember just standing, starring at a man I cared about, deep inside. He was so childish, but with his feet in the ground, something I adored at him. I always wondered how he could fight all kinds of thugs and criminals with that free-minded attitude.

That man died by my own hands. Without knowing my limits. Without having control. Even after Batman came to see what I did, I tried to explain, I tried to tell him I didn't mean to do that, that I wasn't controling my stupid and rash actions, but he didn't care. He just did what he wanted to do so long ago.

Neglecting me. Humiliating me. Throwing me away like a piece of trash. Those were just a bit of what he wanted. I felt it since the day I met that backstabbing douchebag. When he kept worshiping Dick's body, Superman did what Batman always needed to do.

Being a father.

Taking me under his care, calming me down. Since that day I wondered, why he was the one who did it? Not that I didn't care about what he did, but...

"Daydreaming again?"

I turned to the cell near me. Hawkgirl and her amused stare glanced at me through the glass walls. "I didn't know you were that bored of this joint."

I heard myself scoffing, enjoying her efforts to annoy me. "Sometimes I can suprise others."

She played with a lock of hair and twirled it around her finger playfully.

"And why do you ask me that strange question? Since when are you interrogating others about their own minds?", I asked in response.

She just shrugged. She ubviously just wanted to sniff around. Or it was out of complete boredome.

"You don't know how to answer, huh?"

She shook her head lightly. "By the way, I heard you had another nightmare going on."

"Ptch, that so-called therapist started sharing secrets no one wants to know?

Hawkgirl let out a small chuckle. "Nah, I just kept hearing you talking in your sleep. Kinda pathetic, if you ask me."

I felt my cheecks turned warmer.

"Are you blushing?"

I turned my head away. That chat got a little bit akward.

"You don't know how to answer, huh?", she repeated my earlier comment, certainly enjoying my embaressment.

"So what was it about now?", she kept asking with a tone of curiosity.

"N-Nothing. Just nothing."

"You know it's worth telling, Damian."

"It's not! Stop bugging me!"

She turned silent. She finally shut her mouth.

Before I managed to explain myself once again, both Hawkgirl and I heard strange noises not far from us, away from our cell block.

"What was that?", Hawkgirl got up from her bed, walking to her cell's door to try to take a glimpse of what happened moments ago.

"That's exactly what I was about to say."

I got up from my own seat, walking to the door of my own cell, as well. It sounded like a brawl...

Suddenly two security guards were thrown straight in front of our eyes.

"Woah! What the hell?!", Hawkgirl tried to look for the two's attacker, slightly frightned.

I starred at the two trembling in front of my eyes. Two rookies, none the less, too easy to get out of the way. Whoever took care of them, he was really strong.

"Wait, Hawkgirl!", I pointed at one of the guards, a fat slob with a thick moustache and a smell of coffee, "Look at his hands."

Hawkgirl quickly turned to the guard. "It's broken, so what?", she asked, stumped.

"The way it looks... I think... whoever did that used a crowbar."

Hawkgirl's eyes widened with suprise, "A crowbar?".

I nodded. "From all the people I know, only one man uses a crowbar like that, not to mention he uses such brutality..."

At the very minute Hawkgirl wanted to reply, someone bursted inside.

Everyone starred at him, including me. The shaded figure digged his hand at the pockets of his pants.

"Is that the best Gotham prison can offer? Too bad..."

As he walked into the light, all the inmates knew who it was.

I could hear myself whispering.

"Red Hood."

He then walked to me, chuckling under his mask.

"Hello there, Wayne Jr."