Song: Doubt

Artist: twenty one pilots

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Recap:

"Bun. Raportează la bază." (Good. Report to base.) My handler relayed and I walked down the highway, which lead to an cliff to the ocean below, I walked quicker and broke into run, jumping off the cliff and diving into the ocean below.   

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[Narrator]
|Location: Arkham Asylum Area|
|Time: 9:45 p.m.|
|December 22nd, 2017| 

His eyes were void. No emotion stirred in those once crystal shining eyes, now they're just dull stone, no shine, no innocence. A 14 year old. Too young for this to happen to him. Started in the hero business around the age of 9, no one expected this to happen.

No one thought his pale hands would spill blood, break necks, shoot his enemies, kill anyone. He was just a kid. A child in the circus, tormented for being a brat, a gypsy, a charity case.

His face was blank. No certain emotions to cover the thin, almost frown like action his lips were forming. He was a blank slate. Someone could mold him in any way, shape or form they wanted too, and he couldn't have a say in it. His free will taken away. He chose to be a hero, someone who saves the innocence over the state of their body. .

The silence around his was numbing, the small movement of the doctors around him didn't make him take his eyes off the hard concrete wall of the asylum. His handler said he was 'born' here. Born from his brilliance. He said he created the boy. He created the perfect killing machine, the perfect weapon.

No one chooses to be a weapon.

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[The Asset]
|Location: Arkham Asylum Area|
|Time: 9:45 p.m.|
|December 22nd, 2017|   

Why should it feel good?

My handle said that this should feel good, the spilling of blood on my hands, dripping to the floor should feel good. It doesn't, it feels like the rock on my chest gets heavier and heavier every second on the day, one day I won't be able to handle it anymore.

I don't have a say in things either. Stay silent and wait for instruction. I do as I'm told. I don't know what I'm supposed to do when I don't have any other instruction. I just wait, my mind raking up any information on who I am.

All people call me "Asset" or "Soldier", I haven't been given a name yet, I've been here for over 2 month, maybe a lot longer before but I don't remember.

"Ahhh! My birdie is awake!" I heard my handler say as he shove the door open, making some of the scientist jerk from their assignments and look at him. He held a bag of blueberries as weird as it in his hand. "Want some blueberries?" Another example of my no free will.

I stayed silent, he just laughed and continues eating. "Mr. Devin! How's the experiment working?" Joker asked and walked to the doctor to my right. I heard an alarm go off and I looked around, almost like other people didn't hear anything. I saw blurred shadows run through the doors, blurry faced and unrecognizable, they ran forward and disappeared, a gust of wind hit my face as I furrowed my brows slightly.

Robin! C'mon man where are you!? I heard another yell and a pain in my head. I turned my head to the side to still see the doctors at work and I saw a figure, yellow suit with a red lightning bolt on his chest, a girl next to him, green-skin and red haired looking around the room.

"Soldier." Joker said in a playful tone and I turned my head to him, he threw the bag over his shoulder and grabbed my jaw and pulled my face close to his. The green irises swimming with incurable insanity as I felt my gut churn.

ROB! Tell us your location.

"I can see the wheels turning behind your eyes." he said and patted the side of my face. He let go and stepped away. "Don't think anything of escaping, what's got your wheels spinnin'?" he asked and looked at me.

"Those people on the junction, I knew them." I replied in an unsteady voice, unsure if I wasn't sure.

"All of them?" Joker asked, looking to the side and I saw the doctor nod. The chair, he was going to start the chair again. Reset, remold, remake. I simply nodded in reply, I didn't know, but I had a strong feeling, when the redhead said Robin. But I shot at them, I hurt people on their team, I almost killed some of the Justice League members.

"Prep him." Joker said and rose to his full height, I felt my cheek twitch a bit, I felt a hand on my shoulder as I got pulled back, my back hitting the padding of the uncomfortable and unsettling chair. The whole process only takes 30 seconds, but it feels like hours. I opened my mouth willingly to the mouth-guard, biting down when it was securely in my mouth.

I felt the restraints go around my arms and pull me back into the chair, my chest heaved as I was anticipating. I heard the unsettling spinning of the various hollow circles behind me as I felt the metal plate secure to my cheek and right part of my forehead.

He started laughing, my hearing went away to a dull ringing as I used the mouth-guard to hide the pain from the machine. I felt a rush of wind and heat. The face plant fell off my face and hit the floor with a loud clang. My head lulled to the side as I looked at the doctor, stopped in fear.

"Batsy, Batsy, Batsy. You should know not to blow up walls, the equivalent can be dangerous." Joker laughed as I stared blankly to the side. "Mr. Devin! Get started on those words!" Joker yelled and I watched Devin take an arrow to the shoulder and fly back.

Dull. I felt a hand on the side of my face and guide me where to look. I saw red-hair. I also saw my hand at his throat with knife, hand gripping his hair violently.

"Dickie." they said as I tried to focus my eyes. I finally saw worried pools of emerald green. "Dick." he said again and I looked at him. "Robin B-01." he said and I blinked. I dropped the knife and let go of his hair.

"Wally." I strained out and held my hand on his bicep. "Wally." I said, a faint relief on my lips.

"Hey, we're gonna get you out of here okay?" he said and I nodded, he pulled me up and I help my around around his shoulder as I stood on my feet.

"What are you doing with my weapon Mr. Kid Flash." He said and I met Joker's eyes. Insanity pouring from the hysteric green.

"Getting him out." Wally said and put his hands under my knee and picked me up bridal style.

"No No No." Joker said and held a gun at us, I saw everything slow down as he pulled the trigger, Wally ran as fast as he could.

"MOARTE!" Joker yelled and my vision cut out to black instantly.   

MOARTE | Death