DollFace And Gotham City Siren

Therapy With Dr. Quinnzel

What's going on: Eli Jenkins the newest Siren in Gotham City. She always fended for herself and helped the other street children, the Sirens just robbed a bank and one of the children got shot by a police officer. Eli goes to Harley for help since she has a degree in psychology and therapy. Eli is chaotic Neutral.
A/N: First person narrative. Mentions if depression, suicide, childhood abuse, homelessness, death of a friend. Read at your own risk.

"Come On in Eli!" Harley yelled from her "therapy room." It had an old fashioned couch for you to lay on, a mahogany desk, and a chair she would sit as she listened to her patients and their problems. Several people would go in and out of the place. Regular people who couldn't afford a working therapist, drug addicts, villains, heroes, even animals! You had never been inside yourself, only seeing the inside from far away, so you were hesitant. Harley grabbed your hand with a smile on her face, "Come on cutie," her Brooklyn accent thick with happiness and excitement. She threw you on the bed like couch and hopped into her chair with a clip board and a pen with a jester face on the end. "What's on your mind, Hon?"

You take a deep breath and begin your story of sorrow. You told her everything. How your parents thought they owned, yelled abuse at you (you're fat and you'll never deserve any friends or any kind of human interaction in your life, they'd say), the belt leaving welts for stupid things such as having too many water bottles in your room. Then how you were kicked out when seeking help and advice, how living on the streets was easier than in their house. You told her about the kids who took you in, and the kids you took in. How you helped each other. Then how low your self esteem was due to your mental/emotional abuse, and how you still had pudge and it made you feel disgusting. Taking a shaky breath, you told her about the heist. How your friend was walking in the alley y'all had ran to in order to find the Siren secret hideout. How he got shot. And that you felt it was your fault.

"First of all Eli you're chubby. There's nothing wrong with that. And with all the work you'll do with Ivy, Cat, and I, you'll work it off. All the training will make you more athletic and the exercise will help boost your metabolism and release endorphins in your body so that you'll be happier!" Harley looked down, "I know about living with someone abusive. It's hard, but eventually your brain will finally see that everything they said was and is a lie. The physical attacks did make you have a higher pain resistance, but the fact that you went through that is terrible. As for your friend... he was collateral damage. I know it's hard to hear. But it's the truth. Sadly there will be more than that. All I can recommend for you is a prescription for you depression, because you definitely have it! I checked your medical record and noticed that depression, bi polar, and schizophrenia run in your family. Well your dad's side anyways." You looked down at your hands. You hadn't heard anything about your biological father since he died. You didn't want to hear about it because you didn't know how to feel about the subject. You never got to see him that much and he was never like an actual dad. You didn't even cry. You couldn't. All you felt was shock when you were he had killed himself. Then fear. Fear that you'll do the same thing. Harley had just finished writing the prescription for you when sat up. "I," you started, getting Harley's attention, "I don't know how to feel about that... subject. I personally don't like to talk about it," you said taking the paper from Harley.
"I understand, Doll." Harley looked down at her clipboard notes. You stood up and walked towards the door. "Don't do what he did (Y/N). We need you here," Dr. Quinnzel said while you in the doorway. You stiffened and felt a wave of sadness and guilt drown you. I can't promise you anything when it comes to that. You thought to yourself.