Sun shone through the slits of what served to be his bedroom at Arkham Asylum and Alex Jackson, one of the guards here at the institute, woke up. His eyes were a muddled blue as though he didn't quite know what was going on and it almost seemed as though he were drunk. But he wasn't. Not at the moment anyway.<br/><br/>Alex grabbed his uniform off its hanger and dressed, making sure his weapons were on his belt and then headed out to do his rounds. It was something he looked forward to every day. He rarely spoke with the doctors, nurses, psychiatrists and other staff in the asylum, preferring instead to get 'cozy' with the inmates for they were more like him than they knew.<br/><br/>He never spoke about his personal life, no one knew where his parents were or what his past had been and that was because he had not told a single soul. In his mind they didn't need to know. How he'd managed to get hired here was a mystery but then again no police station had his prints and his name checked out completely.<br/><br/>Alex Jackson seemed to be a fairly decent individual with no criminal record and that was really all that was needed to be hired at a place like this, especially since no one in their right mind<em>wanted</em>a job here. Alex made his way down the hallway humming an eerie tune under his breath as he made his way towards the cells.<br/><br/>Sometimes he liked to simply watch the inmates and other times he liked to talk to them. No one could really figure him out. Not even the inmates but then the latter hadn't really had much of a chance to be with him on a more relaxed basis. He came up to the section that housed the Joker, the Scarecrow and Poison Ivy.<br/><br/>Pausing, he leaned up against the wall to listen to what they were saying, his eyes still that muddled shade of blue but the muddledness was slowly turning into a cool shade. Did that mean anything? Perhaps. The inmates here knew he was different from the other staff here, maybe they could enlist his aid should they need it.