Jason's body crashed onto a hard surface. He could feel the cool, solid marble floor beneath him. It stank of mold, its crevices ridden with muck. He got up, fighting against the urge to succumb to pain. The light was dim, the atmosphere thin, dust particles danced by the lone light bulb that proved to be the only source of light for the room.

"Batman? Is that you?" A voice-his voice called out.

Jason pivoted. It was Robin. It was him. Tied with barbed wire to a wheelchair. His jet black hair that once had been neatly groomed was now messy, drenched with sweat. Dirt covered his face. His eyes swollen as they claimed he hadn't been sleeping for days.

He looked desperate, scared. He focused towards his direction holding on to the immeasurably small sense of faith he had left.

"Batman?" Robin pleaded again.

He stepped forward in the direction of the tortured sidekick, colonies of roaches scurried across the tiled floor, making him way towards the captive.

"No." He said. "Batman's not here. Batman never came."

Robin's swollen eyes opened upon seeing who the mystery man was. It was…him? The only difference was instead of a Robin costume, the approaching man had been dressed as an inmate.

"So I guess all I really have is myself?" He let out a small laugh.

"I gotta get you out of there."

"Why are you trying to escape, Jason?"

Robin nudged his head. "Pliers. On the wooden table. Do you see it?"

He shifted his attention to a small table stationed beside the wall. A crowbar covered in blood, spoiled, maggot-infested half-eaten food, Milo, pliers, a photo of Batman and his new Robin…

Jason picked it up and inspected it for a minute. Rage and hatred filled his guts. He stared at them both, their eyes were fixed directly at him as if they'd known he was holding the picture. Jason scoffed. Smirks. They were fucking smirking at the camera.

He crumpled the film, channeling some of that energy to it in the process.

He grabbed the pliers rested beside the green carton.

"Alright," Jason bowed before him, aligning the pliers to the wire. "Just rest your hands for a bit."

Two by two he snapped the metal barrier, releasing his hands then his legs.

Instantly, the kid fell over face first, his atrophied muscles couldn't take any labor. His fingers twitched. He let out a groan of exhaustion.

"I got you…"

Almost automatically, the room was painted red as the siren blared from the speakers. Sounds of guards approaching emerged behind the double doors.

Robin opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by the sound of…

Laughs. His laughs. They filled the room, boomed around every corner.

"He's-h-he's coming." Jason's voice trembled.

"Who's coming, Jason?"

"It's-it's h-him."

Hugo gave him an incredulous look.

"We have to get out of here," Jason spoke. "We have to leave. It's not safe here."

"Why is it not safe there?"

"He's going to kill us." His own fear-ridden blue eyes gazed back at his savior.

"Come on." Jason grabbed his arm bringing the injured sidekick to his feet. "I know another way out."

"That's impossible. We're basically-"

"No." Jason started. "There's always a way out…always."

Robin looked behind him. He caught his breath. "Get me out of here…"

Jason flung Robin's arm over his shoulders and ran to the door in the back of the room.

While he was being tortured, he managed to calculate several methods of escape-granted his detective skills. Of course busting through the front door and getting the hell out of there was the first option but that proved null at this point.

The second option was the seperate room in the back. He was able to glance at a vent located on its ceiling. From there on, he knew where to go. He traced back the steps. It was rehearsed in his mind over and over again until it became second nature.

He bust the door open with a kick, thankful that the lights were already on-sparing him the precious miliseconds it would take to find the switch.

Jason pushed away the junk that had been blocking the ladder and set it beside the vent. He climbed it and began prying at the grate.

Robin held the door. "Quick. They're going to find us here."

With all his might, he pulled. He was finally able to detach the barrier. The tips of his fingers now blistering.

"Where are they?!" A henchman screamed.

He jumped down and helped Robin up.

"Get in," Jason ordered. "Go!"

Robin climbed in. Jason followed behind. A strong waft of stink hit his nostrils upon entry.

"Keep going straight. You're going to see an opening that leads to the control room." Todd spoke in the cramped environment. "When you get there, give me space."

They continued their way through the bodies of decomposing rats and spider webs that overran the duct. Jason could feel the trail of sweat he left behind with his hands.

After a while, he stumbled across a grate overseeing a tiled floor with two men underneath. "Here," Robin pointed down. "It's right here."

He peeked below him.

Bingo.

"Wait here."

Jason summoned all of his strength and punched down, causing it to drop on their heads. It distorted them for a moment, giving him the chance to jump down on one-taking him out automatically.

He swept the next guard's feet from beneath him. He grunted as he fell to the floor. Jason grabbed the firearm from his leg holster and shot both men.

"It's safe," Jason insured as he shifted to the monitor and began tapping away at the control key, activating a door down the hall by the laboratory.

The sidekick jumped down, landing clumsily. Once he saw the bodies, his eyes widened.

"You…you…"

"It doesn't matter," Jason shook his head. "They were crooked. They all are."

"But Batman..."

"Fuck Batman."

Footsteps matched towards their location.

"Come on," He grabbed his limb once more, flinging it over his shoulders.

They rushed out of the room. Bullets fired at them.

"Down the hall. Right, left, right. Exit…"

Jason nearly slammed into the metal door once they made it. Anxiety and fear rode his ass as the footsteps grew louder.

"They're coming… " Robin looked behind him. "They're coming for us."

"Will you shut up with that?!"

Todd swirved to the access panel. It needed a code. A code he strangely was able to remember…

"Six, eight, four, seven, nine, two, three." He mumbled rapidly. "Six, eight, four, seven, nine, two, three."

"Sir, the kid's gone crazy."

"No, Dr. Freidman," Hugo claimed. "It seems as if he's reliving an event-a method of escape to be more exact. One that he's been playing in his head over and over and over again. One that keeps him up at night. I think I'm closer to his breaking point than it seems. What's his status?"

The soldier looked to the monitor. "In the hi-beta range. Thirty six hertz."

"Very high anxiety. I see, Jason." Hugo folded his arms. "Was this a near death experience?"

The door buzzed as the tiny light above the access panel turned green. Jason was ridden with a sense of relief as he flung open the obstacle.

"Over here!" One of them shouted as they jumped out of the corner.

In that fraction of a second of remaining hope, Jason managed to sneak a look at the perpetrator. Fat, khakis, tight purple wife beater, assault rifle, Joker mask.

"Move!"

Jason threw himself at the sidekick into the other side all while slamming the door in one motion. Projectiles of the rifle clattered against the metal blockade that now separated the two parties. A mop and bucket were beside a wall.

"How many more of them are out there?" The sidekick asked while running a hand through his hair. "How many of them work for the Joker?"

"A lot of them." He placed the mop underneath the handle. "This way."

"Left down the hall. Door at the end…"

They went accordingly and stepped through. They found themselves in a passageway that lead to the sewers.

It was quiet, eerie, uneasy. Pipes dripped water that plattered on the water puddles that took months to form. It stank of mold as mildew grew on the eroded surfaces of the concrete.

"Up ahead. Straight. Sewers."

Water splashed to their footsteps as they advanced forward. The dim lighting was enough to allow him to see the green door that was only a few meters away.

Reaching the door, he pulled at the rusty metal knob as it let out an unwilling sigh. A heavier stench of mold hit him once it opened.

A stream of water swished along its pathway through the sewers, giving off a wet, calming, steady sound. They walked along the course that later broke off into two narrow traces that merged left and right. They shimmied down the slender path. Rocks fell in consequence to their footsteps, crashing into the sewage below.

"Up ahead…" Jason focused on a ladder built into the stone wall across from them. Beaming light spilled via the small opening of the sewer lid. Beaming light meant freedom. "Do you see it?"

"Yes," Robin said in a half chuckle, the emotion of finally seeing sunlight took over. "Yes I do."

They made it to where the pathway ended. Another massive stream of sewage water flowed perpendicular to where they were. Luckily, there was a wooden platform being suspended via a lone chain. It appeared sturdy enough. Hopefully.

Jason climbed aboard, helping the former sidekick along with him. As soon as their weight settled, the board burped out a creak and stumbled over, detaching from its metal counterpart. Robin swore as it toppled down, nearly joining the platform that went smashing into the dark liquid below had not Jason grabbed his arm.

"Hold on." He gritted through his teeth.

Right then, the door barged open. It had to be more of Joker's men.

"We're fucked." Robin declared.

The man he'd seen before peeked from the corner and began firing. Jason was temporarily thankful that the man's weight wasn't going to hold on the narrow pathway.

"Take the gun." Todd ordered.

"I-I…"

"Take it!"

Robin complied. He reached at the firearm concealed in his hip. The weapon felt weird in his gloved hands. He accustomed himself to the weight, aimed at the henchman.

And fired.

Jason used that boost from the shots from the firearm to propel forward.

He was finally able to reach the wall on the other side, his palms touched the damp concrete. He clinged to an indent on its surface, burrowing his fingers inside.

Robin leaped over, followed by Jason.

They kept going. Not stopping until they reached the ladder, ignoring the blasts and explosions from the firing goons.

"Keep going up. Don't look down…"

Robin removed the lid and crawled out of the hole and gasped when he looked up. Jason made it through seconds later only to see him standing paralyzed, his face in shock.

Jason looked ahead.

And cursed.

It was GCPD.

And they weren't on his side.


A/N: As you can see, I made some slight updates to the chapter titles. Some of them I came up with, some that are titles of songs that I listened to while writing the chapter. If you can differentiate, then you're awesome! Yes, I know you're asking well why did ilovejasontodd decide to do this now? Well my answer for that would be: F off mate! :( Anyway, thanks for your support everyone. I realized that my last chapter got more views than expected. I don't know if its because of the sexual theme or if my writing was really that good. If the first option is correct: YOU GUYS HAVE SOME DIRTY MINDS! XD if it's the second well um...pretend I didn't say that. Let's be friends? I'll do your laundry? Walk your dog?

Well I'll cut the rambling here. I said last hallucination next chapter but this chapter too will be broken down into two parts because it's totally long and I hate reading long chapters myself. So yeah, technically last hallucination, next chapter but next chapter (which is this chapter) isn't the end. To be completely honest, I don't like how this chapter turned out honestly. I don't really know the route Joker took to bring Jason in the asylum. I looked at Arkham Asylum then I tried online but to no avail. All I see are theories on top of theories. Maybe I didn't look deep enough? If someone knows, I wouldn't mind a PM explaining how.