AN: Kay I meant to update earlier but I'm lazy. And this is kind of short so I'm sorry. 3
When Roy sat down at our regular table I knew something was up.
When he dumped his tray down, came around the table, and gave me a hug my suspicions were confirmed.
"The fuck?" Were the only words my mind could process.
"The hell did you do?" He questioned.
"What the fuck is going on, Roy?"
"Oliver came."
"What?"
"Oliver came to visit me."
Wow, Bruce works fast.
"That's great man." I smiled.
"But why the freg are you on me?" I tried squirming out of his arms.
"Cause you're the best bro ever. It's because of you he finally got the balls to come talk to me."
"Actually, I would thank Bruce. That man is fucking scary when he wants to be. He's the one who talked to him."
I was too tired to pry his arms off of me.
Nightmares have been keeping me up all night.
"Yo dude. Are you getting grey hair?"
"What?"
Grey hair? What is he talking about?
His grip on me loosened.
I walked to the washroom and looked at my reflection through the grimy mirror.
Sure enough, there was a platinum streak at the front of my hair.
"The fuck?"
I could also see dark bags under my eyes from lack of sleep.
I sighed.
Roy walked in.
"Told you bro." He remarked.
"Shut up."
"Come on it looks kind of cool." The red head said ruffling my hair.
"I look like an old dude!"
"Naww. It's only one streak. Looks like you dyed it or something."
"Lucky me."
I looked at it in the mirror one more time before walking put of the washroom, Roy following behind.
"Jason, have a seat." Dr. Peacock said forcing a smile.
'I'll sit down if I want to bitch.' My mind responded.
'Shut up.' I told it.
I sat down on the chair, awkwardly watching him write on his note pad.
"Mr. Todd, I'm afraid that our sessions here are over."
Wait, what?
...
Oh shit! Does this mean they're letting me out!
YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!
FUCKING FINALLY. ALL THOSE SHITTY SESSIONS FINALLY PAID OFF!
"I regret to inform you that we will be sending you to Arkham Asylum instead."
"He- WHAT?" I exclaimed.
"This just isn't the place for you."
ARKHAM ASYLUM. JAIL FOR THE CRIMINALLY INSANE?
Why are they sending me there! Shitshit.
I've heard a lot about that place.
One time while I was on the streets I passed by it. It looked so fucked I ran.
Arkham Asylum is said to be one of the most fucked up places in the country.
Sane people go there, and come out crazy.
What the fuck would it do to me.
I can't go there.
I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIE.
I bolted up in my bed breathing hard.
THIS CANNOT BE HAPPENING! NOO-
Oh. I looked at my surroundings. Just another nightmare.
Another one.
I can't handle this anymore.
It's too much. They seem too real.
I've had nightmares all the time before but those ones... Were nothing like these.
What the fuck did I do to deserve this! (Besides the obvious first degree murder. But hey, I didn't know what I was doing.)
I never want to sleep again. I can't do it.
I feel more tired after sleeping anyway.
It would be easier if I just died that day with the rest of them.
AN: And another chapter done! I'm thinking the end is coming soon but we'll see.
PLEASE PLEAse please review! It I could really use the feedback and it inspires me to write faster :D