To Be Fair

Gothams Royalty

"Who's that blonde?" I rolled my eyes at the guards that stood out side the heavily locked metal door.
"This is Dr. Emma Swan. She will be working with the psycho in there." The administrator Snow Blanchard-Nolan snapped. I held my head high not showing any sign of fear about the person on the other side. I had my hair curled but up in a cute ponytail. I was wearing a white button up with a black skirt and stilettos. The only out of place thing to formality was the red leather jacket I was wearing. I held a large brief case in one hand.
"Nice to meet you Dr. Swan." The one on the left flirted. I read his tag.
"Open the door puppet." I immediately saw the effect it had on him. His name tag said, August Pinocchio.
I walked in to see a dark haired woman in a straight jacket faced away from me.
"No need to stay by the door dear." Her voice sent chills down my spine. The door clanked closed behind me. I put on the best grin I could muster and sauntered over to my chair on the other side.
"Your majesty." I set the case on the table. Her face was the most beautiful thing I had ever laid eyes on. She had a couple tattoos on her neck but she had a small black crown on her temple. Her eyes, this unholy dark brown. Her smile perfect but it didn't hide the crazy behind it.
"I have a thing for blondes." I snapped out of my momentarily daze.
"Really?" I took my seat and placed my hands on the table. She nodded seductively, leaning forward she licked her bottom lip slightly and cocked her head to the side.
I raised a brow unfazed. She laughed hysterically throwing her head back.
"Oh! I was hoping you'd be like the last couple psychiatrists that have come my way!" Her voice laced heavily with menace.
"Then I guess I might be the one to crack your skull." I let my voice drop slightly. I didn't care that I was being watched on the other side of the glass and on the camera.
"My skull?" She asked with a pouty face acting innocent. "Why would you crack my skull?" Her innocent face turned to one of pure evil amusement. I could see the years of crazy working behind her eyes.
"Is there anything you request before we start? With in my reason of course." She face twisted into a thoughtful concentration.
"A chain saw." She whispered. I merrily glanced at the camera.
"What do you prefer to be called during our sessions?" Her eyes lighted up. I knew she was going to give some inappropriate name.
"How about Your Majesty? That's what everyone here calls me." She but her bottom lip glancing at mine. I crossed my legs not letting those on camera know that I was effected by her sexually. I kept a straight face. Further from what I am. "I see you have an interest in woman as well." I rolled my eyes.
"Let's get started shall we?" And hour and a half later I walked out with a smirk on my face. I watched the faces turn as I swayed my hips slightly as I made my way to to gate. Mrs. Nolan was waiting for me.
"How did you do that?" She asked in disbelief.
"Well as it so happens. I am a woman with a rather nice body and when working with a woman like that, it works to my advantage." I grabbed my things and headed to the leaving quarters I was supposed to be staying in for how ever long they decided to keep me.
I sat on my bed with the folders of all the other patients I would be working with.
Robert Gold: Rumpelstiltskin
Peter Jekyll: Mr. Hyde
Malcolm Lord: Peter Pan
Lilith Page: The Dragon
Zelena Walsh: The Wicked Witch
Months later-
"Careful. Don't wake her." The tone was feminine. "I want to wake her." The voice came closer. I kept my eyes closed. Next thing I knew a whip, cracked across my thighs. My eyes opened wide but I did not let out a sound.
"And she is awake. I looked around me to see that I was strapped to a table with men smiling crookedly at me. I could tell they were contemplating on how fast they could rip my pants off. Her face became inches away from mine.
"Hello there." Her deep roughed voice made its way to my ears. She backed up slightly and I could see that she was wearing skinny leather pants, a corset, and dark brown boots. Her hair was done up fancy and her make up was done. It made her face even more irresistible to look at. Her plump lips where a dark shade of red, almost like crimson, blood like. Her tattoos matched her perfectly.
"Are you going to kill me?" I asked not out of fear for my life but curiosity. I had been watching her in our sessions and when I visited her in her cell. She was falling for me. And I her. But my emotions never interfere with my work.
"Oh, I'm not gonna kill you." She grabbed two shockers and rubbed them together. "I'm just going to hurt you, really, really, bad." Before she did anything she kissed my forehead and set the cold metal against my temples before an electric wave was sent through my brain.

"They became the Queen and Princess of Gotham. And lord have mercy on whoever disrespected the princess." The tall woman with black and white hair stated placing a piece of meat in her mouth.
"And where are they now?" The man known as Isaac Author asked intrigued by the tale.
"We have Emma or The Dark One locked up in a the hole. The Queen is still out there. Waiting for her princess of course." She lifted the glass of gin to her lips and took a sip.
"And you're wanting to use these monsters in a war?" Mr. George, and older man that owned his own island and part of the Canadian islands.
"Exactly." The lanky woman pulled the suit case she had brought in with her onto the table. "In here lies the heart of a very powerful sorceress. We call her the witch by code name. But legends call her the Queen of Hearts."