[TOO FAR GONE] - DAMIAN WAYNE - DC COMICS

blue pills.

The tag on my jumpsuit irritated my neck, as the smell of crazies saturated my well being; welcome to Arkham. They pushed me down the halls, my eyes lurking as we passed the rooms of criminals I had once faced. They opened a padded door to my own white room, and I was engulfed by the unnecessarily bright, sanitary setting. I hated it. They carefully placed me down on the squishy floors, being extra cautious of my stab wound, though truthfully I was over the pain. I was suffering from my own personal vendetta, not some ammiture abrasion.

After they left, well went on the other side of the glass to watch me, I somehow managed to fall asleep. This would be life... For the rest of life...

I awoke a few hours later, cautiously looking to the glass as a new crew took over. What the fuck was this? Some kind of zoo? I took a deep breath remembering why I did this. It's okay... Right? God I hope so.

Dinner was dropped off a bit later, and though I was hungry, I could barely eat. I just didn't feel up to the challenge. I wondered what Jay was doing back at home. I just hoped he was safe. And more importantly, I hoped this would be the fresh start he needed.

Day after day, month after month, the further away I drifted. Everyday she came in, her blond ponytails bouncing with each step she took. Her white lab coat matched my white walls, and that perky attitude that she wore made me sick to my stomach every time she entered. It's like I knew her. But every single time she walked in and gave me the blue pill that I was forced to swallow, my train of thought faded.

I lost track of time. I'd tell you how I feel, considering I've just skipped years of my time here at Arkham, but that was the thing. I felt nothing. Time wasn't the only thing that vanished... I only knew I was alive because every once in awhile the pills that she shoved down my throat caused me to have a seizure. Wouldn't that be a reason to, I don't know, maybe change the medication? But she never did. My vision got blurrier by the day, my perception of where I was changed as time went on, but one thing remained clear, she continuously fed me that stupid blue pill. And it's not like I was crazy enough to need that kind of medication.

Then one day, something out of the ordinary occurred.

"Damian?" She called, and I almost didn't answer... I hadn't been called that name since I first arrived here. For all my years locked away in this white cube I'd been addressed as I-907. It was like my branding... My experimental name tag that somehow stuck. She never called me by my real name, but now that she had, I realized something was about to occur. I tried to nod, but I was so out of it, my motor skills were rusty.

"You seem frazzled, are you alright?" She wonders, and I could never understand why she used that word. What does frazzled every mean? I just shake my head a bit, trying to make it look like I was fine. She helped me sit up, and gave me one of those faces.

"Well, you're leaving today." She states, and I slowly turned my head to the side a bit confused.

"But I live here." I spit out, sounding like a drunk. Notice how I spared the Jason reference. Things had certainly changed over the years.

"Not anymore sweetie." She whispered, pulling me into a wheelchair.

"Where will I go?" I worriedly question, starting to cry.

This was all types of fucking weird. I would never cry about something stupid like this. It's like since I was held captive here, everything changed. I don't remember much, but I can tell you that I'd rather have it that way. The few things I can recall, I don't at all like. She wheeled me to the front of the asylum, an older looking man greeting me at the door.

"Hey Damian, how have you been buddy?" He asks, ruffling my hair. I look at him, a clean cut man, hair trimmed, stubble shaved and a smile that could win over anyone.

"Who are you?" I ask, tripping over the simple words.

"It's your older brother!" He says sounding excited, and I forced a small smile. I looked to my nurse, her blond locks messling free falling. She nods at me, and I look back to him. It's awkward for a few minutes, all of us just kind of staring at eachother.

"So, Jason-" I cut her off. "You're name is Jason? I once knew this guy named Jason!" I exclaim, my heart suddenly feeling warm at the thought of him. She kneels down beside me, and I suddenly feel stupid as she slowly whispers something in my ear.

"This is that Jason honey." I look back to him, his face weary.

"What's wrong Jason?" I asked, folding my hands in my lap.

"Nothing." He hoarsely replies, turning back to my nurse.

"As you can see he's still very out of it. Here are his meds. One blue pill on the daily." I hear her whisper, as she shoves an orange bottle in his hands.

"I already signed all the papers so does this mean-" She cuts him off.

"Yes. You are free to go!" She smiles, and I think it's sweet that she's happy for me to reenter the real world. The supposed Jason wheels me out and I turn back to her, that same old large smile dominating her face.

"Thanks Harleen!"