The next day at lunch the red head sat across from me again.
We didn't say anything.
I'm so fucking bored of this place already.
When I went to therapy the guards looked really pissed.
I remembered how I kicked them to storm out of therapy and smirked.
"So what would you like to talk about today?" Dr. Peacock inquired.
I really wanna cooperate, believe or not. I want to get out of here, but everyone just really pisses me off.
Especially this guy.
Unfortunately for me he's my ticket out.
This is really frustrating.
I stared down at the floor.
"How about you tell me about the times before you were adopted? When you lived on your own?"
"Okay..." Hate. This. "Well basically my parents were drug addicts and didn't give a damn about me. So I left and lived on the streets alone stealing other peoples shit and selling them for money."
"How did you feel when you were alone?"
"Uhh.. Fine?"
Get me out of here.
"You were very independent those days, were you?"
"Pretty much."
"Very good. And how did you meet Bruce?"
Bruce Wayne. My father.
"I was stealing the tires off his really expensive Porsche and he caught me. I thought I was screwed for sure but he wasn't mad at all, more... amused. Dad said he thought I seemed smart and I took me in as his ward. Eventually he legally adopted me."
I hate this.
"How did you adjust from living on the streets to wealthy living?"
"It was alright."
God kill me now.
"Care to elaborate?"
I sighed and shifted in my seat.
"It was weird at first but I got used to it. There was always more than enough, basically the complete opposite of how I was living before."
"Did it make you feel mad that certain people can live so comfortably?"
Oh, for the love of god.
"No."
"Why is that?"
"Cause he does a lot of charity work and gives a lot more for the community than everyone realizes. He tries his hardest to benefit to people in Gotham no matter who they are."
I could feel myself starting to get angry. I knew he was implying that I'm pissed at Bruce for being rich while I had to live poor on the streets.
"Thank you for sharing Jason."
I really wanna share my fist with his face.
"Can I go now?" I hissed.
"Very well. Have a nice day."
I all but ran out of the room.
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At dinner I decided to see what was up with the guy always at the same table is me.
I might as well find out who he is if I'm gunna sit with him everyday.
I slammed my tray on my regular table where he was and proclaimed,
"Who the fuck are you!"
All he did was raise a ginger eyebrow.
"Are you deaf?"
"No."
"Who are you?"
"Why the fuck does it matter to you?" Was the calm reply.
"Who said it does?" I sassed.
"Well you're asking."
"You gunna tell me or not?"
"Fine."
"Well..."
"The names Roy. Roy Harper."
Sounds familiar...
"I'm Jason Todd Wayne."
"Bruce Wayne's kid?"
"That's the one." I smirked.
"Oliver Queen's my legal guardian, I'm surprised we haven't met."
Oliver Queen... Rings a bell... Oh! The Queens are another well known rich family. I think I've heard Dick talk about them once or twice.
"You talked to my brother?"
"Oh yeah. But what the hell is that guy on? The bitch is so happy all the time I'm pretty sure he vomits glitter."
"Psh. You don't know shit. I've had to live with him."
"Hey, shut up other there!" Some guys called at other table.
"How about you suck a dick!" Roy yelled at them.
"What did you just say?" The biggest guy said.
"He said to suck a dick." I snapped standing up.
"Well look at the pretty boys sticking together."
"I could say the same thing about you... Oh wait, I couldn't." Roy sneered.
Me and him could defiantly get along.
"You-" the fat kid started to reply.
"Break it up over there!" One of the guards called taking out his baton.
The guy and his groupies walked away angrily.
"I know we just met and shit but what do to say about teaming up against those fags?" Roy requested suddenly.
"What'd you have in mind?" I replied smile coming to my face.
"Hmm I dunno, got any suggestions?"
I thought for a second.
"I do have this really good prank involving x-lax, a kangaroo, and thumbtacks but we can't get thumbtacks around here."
"Wha- what the hell?" The red head stared.
I stared back.
"I'm just jokin' man."
He laughed.
"We'll get along just fine kid."
I smiled.
End of Chapter 3
AN: soo I hope you liked it! If anyone has any suggestion on what the prank should be let me know. Really because I have no idea what to do..
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I'm going to write Bruce's visit soon so stay tuned! Feel the aster my friends ;)