I started up in my bed, scream in my throat, breathing heavily.

Thank god it was only a dream. Nothing happened. I'm in this hell hole still but...

"How are you feeling Jason?" I jumped at the voice.

Dick and Bruce were suddenly beside the bed in the cell.

Dad came over and wiped my tears. Dick gave me a hug.

"Don't cry Jay jay!" He stuck his tongue out making a funny face.

I slapped his arm.

"Do you think I'm freggen five?"

Ahh fuck he got me to smile that easily.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"I just had the worst nightmare."

The older ones looked at each other. Uh oh.

"Jason..." Bruce started scooting closer to me.

They know something. Shit no. That was a dream. It had to be a dream.

"You fainted in the middle of therapy yesterday." Dad spoke carefully.

Huh?

"Yesterday?" I questioned.

Oh shit. I was trying to remember what happened the night I...

"That couldn't of been fucking real!"

I belong in a fucking asylum.

"It's okay. Calm down..." Dick tried.

He said the exact same thing that night.

He told me to calm down cause I was throwing a spaz.

This time I'm going to listen. (Ew) Maybe if I did that night this whole fucking thing wouldn't of fucking happened.

I hid my face in Bruce's chest and screamed. He hugged me tight.

"I'm crazy."

No one responded.

-

Roy noticed I was in a shitty mood and decided to leave me alone for the most part.

We sat together in silence during all meals for a day before the red head tried to talk to me.

"Hey."

"Hey." I responded poking my breakfast.

"You wanna tell me what's up?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"None of your god damn business."

"Tell me."

"Fuck off Harper."

"Come on Jay jay. Tell brother Roy what's up."

"First off, don't call me that. Second, leave me the fuck alone."

"You know I won't kid. Just fucking spit it out."

Guess there's not winning here.

"FINE. I freggin remembered what happened to get me in this shitty place."

"Details..."

So I told him what I remember.

After I was done talking I looked at him.

Roy didn't seem fazed at all.

?

"Hey you gunna freak or what?" I demanded.

"So you're fucked up. Tell me something I don't know. If you weren't messed up you wouldn't be here. There's something totally fucked with everyone here. You just gotta suck it up and stop acting like a little girl."

"I am not acting like a little girl!"

Okay. Maybe I was being a little dramatic.

Fuck, I admit to nothing.

"You totally are. And your family visited you?"

"Yeah."

"You even had support. Bet you're the only one here with a family that still visits."

...

"Your old man doesn't come see you?"

"Queen? Hell no. Probably too embarrassed I ended up like this. Or 'he doesn't have time'. Running a company or whatever."

"Seriously? That's total crap."

"No shit Sherlock... He totally abandoned me since I was put in here. I should of suspected he adopted me just for the publicity though. Looks like that went totally down the drain. Now he looks like like a screwed up dad with a crazy son." He said smirking slightly.

"Who needs him. You got me." I said getting up, slipping beside him, and putting an arm around his shoulders playfully.

-

I had another 'therapy' session today.

To my surprise, we didn't even talk about what I remembered.

Instead, he asked me this question.

"Who are you?"

I always thought this was a simple question. But as soon as I was asked, well fuck. What was I supposed to say.

I really, really didn't know who I was anymore.

And I realize, I don't think I ever have.

That night I laid in bed, (as I usually do during the night. Too many nightmares) and thought about it.

Who am I?

'I don't know.' Is my response.

Could you answer that question?

Who the hell are you? What's your story?

Am I some fucked up lunatic who killed 8 people? Am I a crazy teenager who likes to piss retards off?

I don't even know how to describe how I act around Bruce and Dick. What about that?

I'm a lot of things I guess.

End of Chapter 12

AN: Yay another chapter :P

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