After being deemed insane for your recent acts, you were finally taken to be held captive in Arkham Asylum. Rooms were running low, and you were forced to share. Being called a "fuckin' lunatic" by a guard, after making some political quip, you were roughly shoved into a cell and the door was locked.

You hyperventilated a bit, staring down at yourself. Orange and white striped asylum suit. some metal thing loose around your neck. metal cuffs on your wrists.

You stared at the door, then finally, rested your head on it for a moment to calm down, taking a deep breath. Okay... it could be worse. Then a voice spoke from behind you. He didn't seem upset or angry, but not entirely cheerful... just... calm. Content. Like being here didn't matter to him.

"They don't like us anti-political ones."

You turned your head around to see him. Light brown hair, green eyes, glasses... very average looking guy. Awkward looking, almost. Its odd... you'd never expect who ends up in here. But his voice sounded familiar...

Little did you know, just yet, that this was a man that you had idolized.