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[David Lance POV]
[Three weeks later.]
After my psychic episode in the Bat Cave, Dinah made the decision to send to therapy to help heal, a decision that Batman and Oliver more than approved of.
My therapists being Diana Prince, better known as Wonder Woman, and J'onn J'onzz, better known as Martian Manhunter. According to Dinah, Oliver, and Batman himself, they would be the best to help through this.
I wasn't particularly happy about this.
I just wanted to forget most of what had happened, not talk about it.
"David," Diana of Themyscira sighed, giving J'onn J'onzz a look. "You need to talk about what happened. You ignore your feelings, your stress, just because you don't like dealing with it. Bottling your emotions will only damage you more in the end."
I need to talk about what happened? What a poor choice of words
~I'm fine really for the most part at least,~ I replied, giving her a tired smile. ~Sure, I got so ntal scars from my battle with The Joker, but I know myself, and I know what I need, and that's ti~
I wasn't sure if I believed that anymore to be entirely honest. All I knew was that I wanted to be left alone for a bit, to gather my thoughts.
"David, you have been through a lot, in a short period of ti," J'onn said, his eyes on . "In less than a year, you have experienced two life and death situations. Keeping the aftermath of both experiences to yourself all in an attempt to avoid being vulnerable. David, being vulnerable does not equate to being weak, it ans you acknowledge your own feelings so that you can move past them..."
I hated when people made sense. It made feel irrational. It's funny, really, a part of really wanted the help, while another kept saying I would be okay on my own. It was like my own brain was having a debate, and I was sohow losing, even though I was on both sides of the debate.
"We want to help you. But we can only do so if you allow us to help you," Diana added with a soft smile, her eyes begging to open up.
I sighed, eyes looking down, ~I I guess I'm just afraid to admit there's sothing wrong with ~
"There's nothing wrong with you! What you are experiencing it's normal, trauma is normal, but if left untreated, unchecked, trauma can have a lasting impact on how your body responds to stress. This can affect your social, emotional, and physical developnt down the line," Diana replied, placing a reassuring hand on my shoulder.
"You have been subjecting your body to a harmful amount of stress during these past few months, to a point, your own body is now locked in a survival state, so to speak," J'onn added, giving Diana a look. "It's a natural chanism most creatures have. Including Martians, where your body keeps you in a state of alert, feeling your life is still in danger, all in order to prepare you for future events, for what-ifs, your brain feels it will have to deal with However, the brain sotis it's very self-destructive"
"All your body cares for right now, it's for your survival, but it's so focused on that, and that only, that it fails to see how it's hurting you in the process" Diana nodded.
I really hated how much sense they made.
~And all of this will go away if I talk about it?~ I asked, gazing at them.
"No," J'onn replied.
"But it will help you overco the worst part of it," Diana added. "It's like a Band-Aid, the faster you rip it off the less it will hurt at the end."
Like a Band-Aid, who would've thought, Wonder Woman, of all people would use that analogy. I would laugh if I could.
~Very well then,~ I nodded, giving both of them a warm smile. If opening up would really help , then I would. All I wanted was for this feeling to go away, and if this was the way, then I am all for it.
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[Harley Quinn POV]
After our wounds were treated at the Arkham asylum clinic, we were taken through the long, narrow corridor of the asylum to our respective holding cells.
There I saw my Pudding.
Side by side, as we were led to our rooms, I caught a glimpse of his eyes, full of charming madness, sensing that sothing was no longer the sa.
Not with him.
With .
"Pudding, look at ..." I said to Mister J. Who turned his head around seconds after hearing my voice, confirming my suspicions.
Sothing had changed.
An awakening...
Or rather a discovery
Mister J's eyes, they had never looked at like Black Bolt's beautiful eyes, they had never looked at as if I was the only thing that existed under the whole wide world, no those eyes only existed for Bats, not .
Mister J's eyes had never beheld with such burning intensity.
No one had.
But him
Black Bolt.
His eyes as he was beating , his gaze, they existed only for .
Only for .
Mister J never loved , didn't he?
His heart belonged to Batsy, not .
That look full of burning intensity, of heart-lting madness, of unwavering passion, just for , made realize that Mister J had never or would never see like that.
"Don't worry Harley, we will be out of here in no ti, that's a Joker's promise! isn't that right doctor?" Mister J laughed, giving the doctor pushing him a look.
I guess Ivy was right.
I guess everyone was right.
I just didn't want to see it, because I thought I was right about pudding.
But he wasn't my pudding.
I was afraid to admit it.
To accept it, to embrace it.
But it is what it is.
Sotis you just have to accept the truth, and stop wasting your ti on the wrong people, what can ya do about it?
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