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[{Fingers tapped. 𝐓𝐚𝐩. 𝐓𝐚𝐩. 𝐓𝐚𝐩 against my thighs. Therapy was boring. At least for me. My therapy consisted of blank stares from the counsel of Justice League leaders. Superman and Batman would stare with no readable emotions as Wonder Woman would go through the “ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘?” “𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕟𝕠𝕨?” lines of routine questions. I knew the process which made it easy to make it difficult for them. Taking a note from the Riddler, my responses were riddles and questions poking the nerves of annoyance to back them off of me.}] 𝐿𝑜𝑜𝓀, 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝐼 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝑒𝒶𝓈𝒾𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝓃 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝓊𝓈. 𝐼 𝒹𝑜 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈 𝓉𝑜𝓌𝒶𝓇𝒹𝓈 𝒽𝓊𝓇𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒥𝑜𝓀𝑒𝓇 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒽𝑒’𝓈 𝒹𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝑒. 𝒟𝑜𝓃’𝓉 𝓈𝒾𝓉 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑒𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝒶 𝒻𝓁𝑒𝑒𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒸𝒽𝑜𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝒾𝓂, 𝒹𝓇𝑜𝓌𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝒾𝓂, 𝒽𝒾𝓉𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒿𝓊𝑔𝓊𝓁𝒶𝓇 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶 𝒷𝒶𝓉𝒶𝓇𝒶𝓃𝑔. 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓃’𝓉 𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉. 𝑀𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝓍𝒾𝑒𝓉𝓎 𝓂𝒶𝓎 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝑒 𝒾𝒻 𝐼 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒻𝒶𝒸𝑒 𝒽𝒾𝓂 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃. 𝐵𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝐼 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃’𝓉 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑒𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝑒. 𝒴𝑜𝓊’𝒹 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓅 𝓂𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓅 𝒽𝒾𝓂. 𝐼 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉. 𝐼’𝓋𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒶𝒸𝒸𝑒𝓅𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉. 𝐼𝓋𝓎 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓎 𝒾𝓂𝒾𝓉𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝓈𝒽𝑒’𝓈 𝒹𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓁𝑜𝓅𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒾𝓂𝓊𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑜𝓇. 𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉? 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓎 𝒾𝓂𝒾𝓉𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓈 𝓂𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔. 𝒮𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓂𝑒 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓁𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓉. 𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝑜𝓃𝒸𝑒. [{ I sat there staring as I slouched down in my chair, left leg crossed over the right as my arms moved over the other. Fingertips tap against my wrists. I waited for a response. For all of them to look up from there scribbling and doodles. After minutes of insanity inducing silence I jumped up from the chair and left the room.}] 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉, 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓈𝓃’𝓉 𝒽𝑒𝓁𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓃𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔. [{“𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐲, 𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧.” Bat’s voice boomed as it cracked air. I shook my head and continued to the door. I felt the wisp of a breeze as I felt them move behind me. Ready to incapacitate me. I stood with my back turned to them, hand frozen on the door handle. I swallowed the fear that attempted to creep along my spine.}] 𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓈 𝓂𝓎 𝓅𝑜𝒾𝓃𝓉. 𝒴𝑜𝓊’𝓇𝑒 𝓈𝑜 𝓆𝓊𝒾𝒸𝓀 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓅 𝓂𝑒 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓂 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃. 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝒾𝓉. 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝓂𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝑔𝓇𝓎 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓈𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓌 𝓂𝑒 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝒜𝓇𝓀𝒽𝒶𝓂 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓁𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝒶 𝒷𝒾𝓉𝒸𝒽 𝓇𝓊𝓃𝓈 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝑒. 𝐻𝑒’𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝑜𝓎𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹, 𝒽𝑒’𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈. [{When Batman stepped forward to press his hand to the door. His attempt at stopping me from opening it. I spun quickly, taking hold of the grapple gun from his belt. I managed to swipe it free from the clip and pressed the grapple hook at his chest, finger locked and ready to pull that trigger.}] 𝐵𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝑜𝒻𝒻 𝑜𝓇 𝐼’𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝒶 𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑜𝒹𝓎 𝓂𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝒶𝒸𝓇𝑜𝓈𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝑜𝑜𝓂. 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝓊𝒸𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒸𝓁𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒷𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝓋𝒶𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑒. [{I tightened my grip on the trigger release of the grapple gun as my free hand reached for the door. I managed to open it enough to slip out. Once I was through the door I dropped the grapple hook gun and took off into a sprint. I was angry. I was hurt. The most passionate of the emotions. Once said to be the weakest. I felt it. I felt weak. I felt everything but super. I was no hero. 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨? They’d never see me as the doctor I used to be. Harleen Quinzel was dead and all that is left is this beaten shell of a girl. 𝙃𝙖𝙧 𝙃𝙖𝙧 𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙚𝙮. I let out a guttural scream when I reached the door to the outside. I busted through it. Broke free to the otherside. I felt the prick and pinch with a soft burn in my neck. My knees buckled. My hand moved forward with palms taking the weight of me to keep me from giving in completely. My vision began to blur with the mix of color around me. Greens, blues, yellow and white, began to blend together as my body fell into a trance of forced relaxation. I pushed forward on my hands as I attempted to fight through the sedation and get back on my feet to continue my walk out of this place. A failed attempt with the fact that I couldn’t feel my feet beneath me. My body had gone numb. Batgirl appeared in the blurry haze and cupped my neck as she pulled the dart from it. My body swayed in its fight to keep upright. “𝚂𝚑𝚑.. 𝙸 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞.” A soft whisper of calming words. I watched her hand raise as if to stop others from coming near. Bats' voice was a mess of grumbled mumbles against my ears as he shouted something to her. My body betrayed me as it fell to the guidance of her hands. The collision of my head to her shoulder was enough to make the twinkle twinkle tune kick in. The tune to lullaby my angry thoughts into sleep.}]