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Note: I am from the UK so some spelling may be different, however, it is correct for my language and country. Thank you.

A Year of Drabbles - Teen Titans Edition
Leoanda Taylor

Dusk (Asylum AU)

"What the Hell are you doing?" Dick hissed into the darkening room.

Grinning back, Garfield shushed him and continued trying to open the rooms only window with his make-shift crowbar. When the younger teen had gotten it from, he would never know, but all Dick could do was watch in horror and astonishment as Garfield forced one end under the latch and pushed all of his weight down onto the other end.

"Damn it!" the younger teen cursed.

"What are you doing?" Dick repeated, softer this time.

"Escaping."

"What? Why?"

" 'Cause. They found out I've not been taking my meds, and their gonna start forcing them down me!" the other boy growled back.

"Why haven't you been taking your medication?" Richard asked, thoroughly confused. Maybe the other boy was real, he thought.

"I don't need it."

"So, you're just going to escape?"

"Yep."

"And you're using my room to do this, why?"

" 'Cause, you're a goody-two-shoes, so they won't suspect you've helped."

"I'm not helping you."

"You're not stopping me either."

"I don't even know if you're real," Dick confided, rubbing his eyes with his fingers.

"Doesn't really matter at this point," Garfield shrugged back.

"It doesn't?"

"Nope!"

"Why not?"

" 'Cause, regardless of if I'm real or not, I'm still leaving. Whether I'm real and escaping this place or you're just erasing me from your narrative, I'm gonna be gone. So, it doesn't really matter in the grand scheme of your mental illness," the younger teen explained.

"Oh."

"Yeah."

Pushing down onto the metal rod once more, Garfield managed to actually move the window in question, creating a small gap. Huffing quietly, he slipped his hands between the gap and pushed the window up some more, creating a slightly bigger space.

"Good bye, Garfield," Richard said, genuinely sad that the jokester was leaving. The younger teen had been such a good part of all of this. The joy in the madness. He hoped the other boy was real.

"Bye, Dick. I hope this works out for you."

"Me, too.