Roscoe isn’t feeling too well. Neither is Lashawn (just for slightly different reasons).

This is a scene from “Wild and Whirling Words”, a fanfic of mine. It’s based on the period early in Geoff Johns’ run when a seriously mentally ill Roscoe was locked up in Iron Heights.

The green swirls around Roscoe exist only in his mind (they’re a visual representation of his hallucinations). The horrid state of the cell (and Roscoe himself) is courtesy of Warden Wolfe and the charming staff of Iron Heights.