Arkham asylum is not a nice place to be. Doctor or not, the damp interior and endless screaming and laughter echoing through the halls isn't comforting at all, unless you're insane. Jason's starting to think he's falling into that category. He can still hear the Joker's laughs-- a mind-numbingly irritating parasite that doesn't seem to have a cure. In the past year, he's had to endure multiple therapists, more pill prescriptions than he can count, and the rambling from the others in his ward. Most of them had been here for a while, years before him, but there were also a few newcomers. He found that most of them didn't even belong in the asylum, just misunderstood souls that had rough upbringings and had gotten criminal records under their belt because of it

Most of these people belonged in a prison. But Blackgate wasn't exactly in business, and GCPD was getting cramped. Sure, he's in a shitty cell, surrounded by criminals and people with severe, undiagnosed mental illnesses, but he's made himself some friends, at least. If he can even call them that.

The sound of the person in the cell opposite him suddenly speaking breaks him out of his thoughts.