A young man with black hair that had a white stripe in it sat up. He looked at the cell he was in and instantly felt annoyed.
'Day 17 of me being trapped in here with no idea of who I am. And these assholes also don't know who I am. Who the fuck keeps someone in an insane asylum without knowing that they are crazy?!?! Who am I, Britney Spears's doctors?'
Jason got out of bed before walking over to his closet and checking out his options for the day.
'Hmm. We have the latest orange jumpsuit from the Bat brand, an orange jumpsuit from the Joker brand, and an orange jumpsuit from the 'This is a healthy place and not a prison my ass' Imporium.'
After grabbing one of the orange jumpsuits that all looked the exact same and putting on his shoes, Jason walked out of his cell to head down to the mess hall.
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"What do you mean I can't eat pancakes? It is pancake Sunday, Karen!" Jason yelled at the cafeteria woman
"John Doe, it is noon. We stop serving breakfast at 10 am. Lunch will start in an hour so you can eat then," Karen rolled her eyes before turning her back to Jason
"It's Sunday Karen! That means brunch day! Brunch is from 11 to 2. Everyone knows that!"
Karen didn't turn around or acknowledge what Jason was saying though. She had no interest in paying attention to one of the crazy people in here.
Seeing that she was ignoring him, Jason felt along his pants pocket for the shank he had.
'No, no. No killing rude bitches in here. That's how you truly get stuck in here with the crazies.'
Knowing that he wouldn't be getting his pancakes that day, Jason turned around and walked out the door of the mess hall. Instead of staying where he could only look at food but not eat, he decided to earn his lunch by heading to the rec yard.
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'Well there goes that plan,' Jason thought as he stabbed one of the guards in the neck 3 times before throwing his body away. Jason pulled the gun off of his body and shot the remaining guards before taking off his jumpsuit and walking away as if nothing happened.
The 4 guards tried to jump him since he was getting too close to some of th other prisoners so they decided that they wanted to teach him a lesson in one of the blindspots around the asylum.
Little did they know that Jason was apparently very skilled in combat and had a shank. So after taking a single punch to the face by the fat guard that now had 3 holes in his neck... well Jason put 3 holes in one guy's neck and a single hole and the other 3 guys' heads.
While Jason was walking through the asylum in his underwear, he overheard a conversation between Poison Ivy and The Riddler. He wasn't trying to be obvious that he was listening and walked by fast so he only heard a few parts.
"Harley needs this... Joker is a... help me and... escape."
And that last word was all Jason needed to hear.
'Cool. Time to make friends with the cool kids.'
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When lunch rolled around, Jason didn't sit with his usual gang of psychos. Victor and Jervis looked at Jason in confusion when he didn't sit with them. Instead, he sat down next to Harley and across from Ivy and Riddler.
"Mind if I sit here?" Jason asked after having already taken his seat. And without waiting for an answer, he already started eating.
The trio looked at him incredulously. No one, even in there, had been crazy enough to do whatever they wanted around Ivy. She was the big shot who ran the prison asylum. Harley and Riddler turned to Ivy to get her permission. All the other criminals patients also turned their attention to Ivy. They wanted to know what she would say.
"John Doe, right? You probably don't know, since you lost your memory and all that, but I kinda run this shit. I don't usually abuse my power since I don't give a fuck about 900% of the people in here but I'm still in charge at the end of the day. If I say I want to see Killer Croc give KGBeast a rimjob, they ask me 'how long' and if either one of them should cum. So why don't you just go sit with those serial killers over there that look like they want you back before I feed you to the secret babies I keep under my room," Ivy warned Jason with a straight face while enjoying her cheeseburger.
Jason knew that she was serious but he also couldn't risk being trapped inside the Asylum for a long time. So after taking a moment to think it over and how he did not want to become fertilizer, Jason grabbed his tray and walked back to the serial killer's table.
Ivy watched him walk away out of the corner of her eye and when she saw that he sat down at another table without a fight, she gave a small nod to herself.
'Good job, Ivy. You're doing so much better at talking to people instead of killing them right away for pissing you off.'
"Anyway... like I was saying before that weirdo sat here. How do you know Mister J ain't coming for my Ivy? He is just running a little late," Harley tried to convince her best friend and herself for the millionth time
"He's not coming!" the entire cafeteria yelled at Harley. Even the guards joined in. They were all tired of hearing about how Harley was waiting on Joker to break her out.
"Shut up!" Harley yelled at the others/ "What do you all know? You're all literally crazy!"
After that, Jason didn't have much interaction with Ivy and Harley. Occasionally, he would see them walking by but he never said anything nor did he try to sit with them again. But when Ivy made her big move a month later, Jason made sure that he didn't miss his opportunity.