Painkiller

▪TWO▪

The cell room was dark and cold. I haven't even spent more than one day in here and I wanted to leave. I paced around the cell, thinking of what I was going to do,

"Maybe if I just wait," I said aloud to myself, "Dick will get me out of here, he has to."

I continued to pace but stopped when I heard a feminine laugh coming from the cell next to my own,

"You're funny kid," the female voice laughed, "There's no way to get out of here; well there is if you have some help on the inside."

"Who are you?" I asked walking over to the wall that the voice was coming from,

"None of your concern for now, I'll tell you later. Anyway, if you want help, I'll give you some." The voice suggested and i took a step back away from the wall,

"A-are you real?" I asked with a little fear in my voice.

There was no answer and I let out a sigh. I walked over to my bed and layed down. The bed was as thin as paper and the rock hard pillow smelt like death. I closed my eyes and covered myself up with the thin green blanket,

"Of course I'm real." The voice said after a few minutes of silence.

"Okay." I quietly said to myself and fell asleep, wishing I could wake up in another place.

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I was jolted awake when I heard a loud pounding on my door. I looked around and i was still in the same old Asylum,

"Eat up." A mans voice said and left a plate of food and a plastic cup of water out on a tray that was attached to the door.

I got up and grabbed the food. The meal didn't look so safe to eat, it was on a plate that looked like it was made out of cardboard and the water didn't look clean to drink. I sat on the ground and took a bite of the mysterious food and immediately spit it out,

"I need to get the hell out of here." I said and put the plate of food back on the tray.

I took a sip of water and put the empty cup on the tray. I heard heavy foot steps and i looked out the small bared window that was on the door. An employee was walking around, giving food to the rest of the inmates in the area. The man was starting to walk back near my cell,

"Hey," i called out to the man as he walked by. The man stopped and looked at me through the bared window and laughed,

"You're the new inmate eh? What do you want, freshmeat?" The man chuckled and I rolled my eyes,

"Can you give me a pencil or something? I want to write a letter to my friend on the outside."

"No deal." The man said and started walking away.

"Wait, do you know what day I go back and see my therapist?" I asked, not expecting to get an answer,

"No idea, kid." The employee said and continued to walk away.

I let out a sigh and sat down on the floor, leaning his back up against the wall,

"When I get out of here, I'm going to kick the Batmans ass." I grumbled and made my hand into a fist.

I felt a rage in my chest, the same type of high I got on the night I killed my first man. I took in a sharp, deep breath and closed my eyes. I didn't want to fight Bruce, I want him to take me back and let me live with him again,

"Good luck kid, I'll be rooting for you." The same female voice from before laughed from the other side of the wall.

I rolled my eyes then got up and went back to pace the dimly lit cell room.