He didn't know who he was, where he was, or anything about his past besides what education he was taught. The therapists told him that he was "Jason Parker," but he got no message from the name. They had trouble finding out who he was, but his fingerprint revealed his identity. When he had woken up, in a daze, they told him they found him in an ice cellar. It was hard to look at himself, it made his brain feel fuzzy, and he started shaking. Every other Saturday, they would put him under, and try to figure out the source of his amnesia. Whenever he questioned them about where they found him, they just said "an ice cellar," and nothing else. He wondered how he survived in there more than a hour. If he remembered correctly, humans couldn't survive in extreme hot or cold without some sort of technological help. They kept him like a lab rat, in a 8 by 8 foot cube room, with blank white walls, floor, and ceiling. Only a bed was in his room, and a small door led to the even smaller bathroom.
"Do you know who this is?" A highly regarded female doctor held a picture up in front of him.
In the picture were two adults, the woman with sharp blue eyes and powdery brown hair. The man had hazel eyes and black hair, his facial features much like his own.
"No," he sighed, staring down at his hands.
"These are your parents." Dr. Johansen explained, "Marian and Richard Parker, they were top corporal beacons and politicians."
"Were?"
"They died in a fire, you were in the city when it occurred."
A voice told him these things weren't the full story, and that he should not be believing the doctor. Without any memories or instincts, he didn't trust himself.
"W-What's going to happen to me?" His voice cracked, as he stared at the blank white walls around him.
"Rehabilitation," the doctor answered, even though he could hear something in her voice, "you will hopefully remember your past, and we can get you into a foster family."
"I don't want a new family!" He shot up, backing against the wall, "why would you try this after me losing my memories?"
"There is no use for you without them," the doctor opened the cell door, "now I'll be going, see you in 10 days."
Anger rose in his chest, his expression slowly hardening. Jason's fists clenched, his muscles tightening. Before the door could slide shut and trap him again, he leaped at the so-called "doctor." The woman moved out of the way, and he ran into the hallway wall, slamming his head painfully against the concrete wall. Four guards surrounded him, tasers aimed at his back. He did not know any self-defense, even if he did he didn't remember it. The guards grabbed his arms and pinned them behind his back painfully.
  "Two months in stasis," Dr. Johansen said to the guards, glaring at Jason, "when he wakes up, wipe his mind and implant memory set #275.3."
"You can't do this!" Jason tried to wrench free, "humans have rights!"
"Dead people don't." She narrowed her sharp blue eyes, turning to a scientist, "change his appearance, eye color, hair, the works."
"No!" Jason struggled, knocking over one guard in the process, "why are you doing this?!"
"Your parent's company," Dr. Johansen hissed, "it'd be easier to kill you, but then suspicion would be raised. The press will just find out the playboy millionaire son of the famous Parker's, lost his memory in a car crash, in depression over his parents deaths. Being Vice President of Parker Technologies has its advantages, but I decided it was time for their retirement. I'll rule this city in a burst of flames, and then I'll burn it to the ground. Fire is such a wondrous thing isn't it."
The doctor nudges a masked guard, and the armed soldier held his hand up, flames flickering over his palm. Jason was speechless, and he felt tears well in his eyes. Brief flashes of his memory passed through his mind, and one gave formed in his mind, Night. She was beautiful, her eyes showing just how brave she really was. The doctor sneered cruelly at Jason, turning abruptly and walking down the white hall.
"I'll be nice and let you keep your name," Dr. Johansen called, "don't want you remembering stuff from your past by an old name."
"She'll find you," Jason growled, "she will find you."
"Then I'll have two vigilantes to wipe the memories of."
"Wait, I was a-"
Jason is cut off by something solid hitting him in the side of the head. He crumpled to the ground, reaching towards the wall. Blackness filled his vision, sucking his thoughts away.
"Tell your parents, hello." Dr. Johansen said.

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He shot up, holding his fists up in defense. If Jason had a dream, he didn't remember. It took him  a moment to realize his surroundings. Night Dragon was standing next to his bedside, her arms crossed, and he was lying on a cool metal table. The room he was in was probably a part of her labyrinth of a headquarters. She sighed, hefting him to his feet.
  "You've been out for 3 days," Night Dragon said monotonously, "first day you were thrashing nonstop, gave me a good strike across the head. Second and third days you were curled up in a ball, muttering incomprehensible things."
  "Sorry about the thrashing thing," he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.
  "Head of steel."
  "Is that a joke? Or are you some weird half robot thing?"
  "It seems your sense of humor survived."
  "That'll never die with Brian around," Jason rolled his eyes, "he never stops making weird comments."
  "You should probably call him," she warned, her eyes flickering to his heart monitor, "your friend kept screaming though your earpiece."
  "Can I have the com-set?"
  "No." She shook her head, "I smashed it."
  "Why?" Jason said very slowly, afraid to even know the answer.
  "His questions got annoying, so I stabbed the nearest thing with my sai."
  "That's the most honest answer you've ever given me," Jason pressed a hand to his heart, mocking sentimentality.
  "About to stab something again, and I have a feeling it's not an object."
  "Okaaay," Jason said, scooting back a couple inches, "anyways, do you know why I blacked out?"
  "No," she shook her hooded head, "I was hoping you would know."
  "I think I had a weird dream," Jason rubbed his eyes, feeling his mask was still there, "it was a flashback or something."
"Maybe it was an aftereffect of The Incinerator's poison you were shot with," she twirled her sai in her right hand.
"Wasn't that 3 months ago?"
"Yes," Night Dragon narrowed her eyes, "and if you don't go back to your school, people will start asking questions."
"I'm sure they will already," Jason sighed, shakily standing up, "what am I supposed to tell them?"
"I'll make sure you'll have a cover story," she said, "I'm good at those, surprisingly."
"One's got to have a secret identity," Jason looked up to find the vigilante gone once again.
He rolled his eyes and walked out of the dimly lit room.
"How rude, she didn't even say goodbye," Jason muttered.

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"Jason!" Brian screeched as soon as he spotted his friend.
He had went to school from Night Dragon's base, grabbing his backpack from the base entrance. As soon as he walked through the school's front doors the bell rang. Brian was fashionably late, as usual, so he rain into his hyperactive best friend. Alina was next to Brian, looking slightly tired, but still smiling.
"Hey," Jason forced a smile, his all-nighters catching up to his mind.
"You," Brian nudged him, "have been gone for 3 days!"
"You're talking!" Jason gave him a quizzical look, "you were gone for a week when the new Star Wars movie came out."
"It was too beautiful to not see 48 times okay?!"
"I'll speak for both of you," Alina interjected, "and say midterms have worn us all out."
"Plus winter," Brian added, "it gets below 0 degrees here!"
"Any recent news on Night Dragon?" Alina asked as they rushed to class.
  "She's grumpy."
  "Surprising news," Alina corrects herself, "come on! Be serious, Jason."
  "Um," Jason opened his locker, "she seems to actually have a sense of humor."
  Alina snickered, finding that funny for some reason, then straightened, "didn't expect that."
  "I can't tell when she's joking," Jason shrugged, his mind calculating something in the back of his head, "but sometimes she seems sarcastic."
  "I got to get to class," Alina quickly glanced up at the digital clock.
  "Me too," Jason said slowly, narrowing his eyes.
  "Bye," Alina gave him a soft smile then walked away.
  As she turned something caught his eye. There was a small bruise on the side of her jaw, barely visible, probably concealed by makeup. It wouldn't matter normally, but something Night Dragon said rang in his mind.
"First day you were thrashing nonstop, gave me a good strike across the head."