Issue #41: I Wanna Be Well

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"Okay so first things first, are you fucking retarded?" Harcourt asked. I sat across from her in our second therapy session ever. I didn't go into it with any premeditated plans to torture her or murder her like usual. I sat there quietly as she began. She had told the guards watching me to wait outside. It had been a few days since the "incident" with Cleo. And in those days I heard nothing from The Ghost. I told her my full story. She now knew about Elsa, Crane, The Fear Gas, The Full Extent of The Crimson Ghost. I even told her about how even though it could've been a weird fever dream, she saved me from being completely taken over by The Ghost. I also shared my working theory that when she kissed me, she must have destroyed the Ghost by helping me get over the fear that I was a completely unlovable monster. Harcourt snapped her fingers in my face.

"I am clinically unstable and legally deemed insane, yes."

"That's not what I asked. You really thought it was a good idea to go on a fucking killing spree with your first ever patient? It's like you wanted to throw your freedom away. You're lucky I cut the feed to the therapy room and got Economos to erase the tapes."

"Sounds like a lot of trouble to go through for just little old me."

"Eat shit. If you bomb as a therapist I get in deep shit for being the one to recommend it."

"Why did you set me up to be a psychiatrist, by the way?"

"I thought it would be a good way to help you control The Crimson Ghost by fucking with your fellow murder goons' heads instead of killing people."

"You seem to hate murder, but I could've swore you were a terrorist before you weee a lapdog."

"I was a secret agent. That's different than being a scumbag serial killer or vigilante with no kill code."

"Batman kills more people with CTE than Merlyn has shot."

"I don't know who the fuck Merlyn is."

"Green Arrow's arch nemesis. Read a book."

"And where did you get that statistic?"

"...4Chan." I admitted. Harcourt rolled her eyes.

"How's it going with your patients anyways? You've only talked to Dent since your initial interviews, right?"

"She's an interesting girl. And she reminds me of me more than I'd like to admit.

. . .

"So are all your friends just the most annoying people ever?" Duela asked me. She was in a straight jacket again, no tiger mask this time.  "They made me have lunch with your buddies the other day and all of them were extremely annoying except the one with the rat. But I don't think she likes me."

"They're... an acquired taste." I said. "Well, Boomerang and Komand'r are. Tara and Abner aren't so bad once you get to know them, and I'll put in a good word for you with Cleo. I'm curious though, you said they forced you to sit with them?"

"I was gonna have dinner in my cell as usual, solitary confinement and all that after the beating from them discovering our handiwork when they dragged me out and made me sit with them."

"Did you try to kill any of them?"

"No. We just talked about you. I'm curious about you. You both seem crazy but not at the same time. I wanted to know more and the best way to do that I thought was asking your friends. They weren't a lot of help though. What're you hiding?"

"My mask."

"Well we all wear masks, don't we? What's behind it?"

"I wanted to ask the same thing to you. Because you're right. We all wear masks, not all of them are made out of human flesh, however."

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