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Chapitre 32: CHAPTER 28

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[David Lance POV]

 

[Three weeks later.]

 

After my psychic episode in the Bat Cave, Dinah made the decision to send me to therapy to help me 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 me 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 some mental scars from my battle with The Joker, but I know myself, and I know what I need, and that's time…~

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 time," J'onn said, his eyes on me. "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 means you acknowledge your own feelings so that you can move past them..."

I hated when people made sense. It made me feel irrational. It's funny, really, a part of me 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 somehow 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 me to open up.

I sighed, eyes looking down, ~I… I guess I'm just afraid to admit there's something wrong with me…~

"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 development 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 mechanism 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 sometimes 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 overcome 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 me, 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 something was no longer the same.

Not with him.

With me.

"Pudding, look at me..." I said to Mister J. Who turned his head around seconds after hearing my voice, confirming my suspicions.

Something had changed.

An awakening...

Or rather a discovery…

Mister J's eyes, they had never looked at me like Black Bolt's beautiful eyes, they had never looked at me as if I was the only thing that existed under the whole wide world, no… those eyes only existed for Bats, not me.

Mister J's eyes had never beheld me with such burning intensity.

No one had.

But him…

Black Bolt.

His eyes as he was beating me, his gaze, they existed only for me.

Only for me.

Mister J never loved me, didn't he?

His heart belonged to Batsy, not me.

That look full of burning intensity, of heart-melting madness, of unwavering passion, just for me, made me realize that Mister J had never or would never see me like that.

"Don't worry Harley, we will be out of here in no time, 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.

Sometimes you just have to accept the truth, and stop wasting your time on the wrong people, what can ya do about it? 🖤


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[David Lance POV]

Per my therapist's orders, I was on forced leave. Which meant no hero work for the time being.

Thus, my days now mostly consisted of going to school, and training in the afternoons with Oliver and Dinah. Personally, I like to think things were getting better every day.

I was taking things one step at a time. Doing things that I liked, like taking art classes, or spending hours in the local library, just reading for the sake of reading.

My weekly talks with Diana and J'onn truly felt like they were helping me.

I felt better. Not entirely. But better in general.

I had the occasional nightmare, sure. But all and all, I was slowly working my way out of my own problems.

It also helped that I had things to keep me occupied, like dealing with my new power, and the possibilities it brought. Like talking without my hands.

J'onn J'onzz was teaching me how to control this new power of mine between sessions, often during the nights when I had nothing to do, and according to him, we were making hasty progress.

Based on what he had told me, it was safe to assume my psychic powers would never develop outside their main directive. Which was for the most part protecting my mind against all attacks.

I was okay with that.

I mean, I was getting a nearly indestructible psychic shield, and a form of limited telepathy as a combo, which in all honesty was more than I could've asked for.

Outside training, and therapy.

School was going fine as well.

I was actually considering graduating early, to avoid wasting my time there any longer than there was any need to. I wasn't learning anything I didn't know already.

Be that as it may, I had decided to wait for the time being. To avoid worrying my sister more than anything else.

Beyond that, life for the most part remained the same.

There were some changes here and there, like Dick ghosting me.

I had no idea why he was ignoring me all of a sudden, but I didn't need to be Batman to know it had something to do with what had happened.

But to each their own.

He had to deal with his demons like I had to deal with mine.

I would give him an adequate amount of time, before confronting him.

Until then, I would respect his choice.

Other than that, I guess things were the same.

"Are you going to the library today?" Dinah asked, opening the door of my room about halfway, to which I nodded. A book a day kept the bad memories in my head away. "Do you need a ride?"

At this, I paused for a second. Inwardly debating whether I wanted to take the bus, or not, before giving her another nod. I would use the bus money for snacks.

"Well, I'm leaving in a few. So, if you want a ride, get ready," Dinah nodded, closing the door as she left.

I smiled, walking towards my closet, grabbing a set of clean clothes before walking into my bathroom to take a quick shower. I still reeked of yesterday's training.

I hadn't had the time to take a shower yesterday.

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After Dinah dropped me off, I made my way down to the library, buying some gum along the way. Inside the library, I waved at the librarian who was most likely by this time used to seeing me almost on a daily basis.

With that done, I went to my usual reading spot, located between the history section and the economics one, because for the most part, it was always empty, allowing me to read in peace, uninterrupted.

However, upon reaching my spot, instead of finding nothing but books no one had checked out in years alongside dust, I found a girl sitting on my spot reading, wearing a dark cloak that was wrapped up around herself.

I honestly had no idea what to do now. Never before I had encountered someone in my spot, so I wasn't sure how to react to this unexpected development.

"I'm sorry, was this place taken?" The girl asked, in a soft tone.

I shook my head. The rules of the library were like the rules of the jungle, first come first serve. She had won the race today.

"I can leave, it's really no problem," The girl said, her constellation violet-blue eyes staring into mine. Her eyes were quite probably the most beautiful ones I had ever seen, the color alone was breathtaking.

I shook my head again, taking out my notepad, to write. "It's okay, I usually read here… But I can always change the scenery."

The girl said nothing, her eyes on me as if scrutinizing me down to my soul. 

"I can't talk… I'm mute," I added on another note. In case she was confused as to why I was using notes to communicate with her, I mean, not all people immediately assumed I was mute based on the notes, some simply thought I was weird at first.

~I know sign language,~ The girl signed, perfectly might I add, giving me a short nod. 

I smiled, putting my notepad back. ~Well, in any case. Feel free to use the spot, I really don't mind.~

After all, I had a backup spot, hiding in the DVD documentary section of the library.

~I would feel better leaving you this spot,~ The girl replied.

I sighed, ~We can share the spot then? I come here for the silence this little spot offers, and if you came here for the same, well, it doesn't get any quieter than me.~

The girl nodded, accepting my offer, ~That would be acceptable.~

~Very well then, a pleasure to share this secluded spot with you….~ I drawled, trying to get her name. Even though I would be totally okay with calling her mystery girl.

~Rachel Roth.~ 

I smiled, taking a seat a few feet away from her, ~David Lance.~


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