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*~Alexandria~*
Three Days Later...
Three days ago, I was a danger to myself and to others. Three days later, I was back to my old self and ready to move on with my life. I know that's easier said than done, but I was determined to do what I have to do to get my life back on track.
The night I was admitted into the hospital, Jack stayed with me, despite him having to report back to my dad every damn hour on the hour. He didn't mind though. He just kept telling me that he'd never leave my side again, no matter how many times I tell him to leave me alone. It just wasn't happening.
As far as Uncle Robin, Blue, and Frost...I didn't hold them accountable for their parts in keeping this secret, only because it wasn't their secret to tell. A warning would've been nice, hell...even a hint would've sufficed, but it was over and done with and I forgave them all. At the end of the day, they were my family and I loved them with everything in my. My dad and Jack included.
Dr. Penelope Young, the same psychiatrist that had been working with Jack while he was in Arkham, was sitting across from me as we spoke about the incident that occurred seventy-two hours ago. Maybe it was just me or the medicine I was on, but I got a bad vibe off of this woman and I couldn't ignore the tension that was in this room.
"Miss Wayne..." She began, but I quickly cut her off.
"Alex." I corrected her.
"Excuse me...Alex, are you sure that you're okay? What if the going gets tough one day and you attempt to hurt yourself again?"
"That won't happen."
"What makes you so sure?" She questioned, arching an eyebrow.
"Because what happened a few days ago was just a momentary lapse of judgement. Yes, I did slit my wrist and tried to drown myself in the bathtub, but that's only because I allowed my emotions to get the best of me." I explained. I hated explaining myself to a complete stranger, who obviously didn't like me for whatever reason, but the quicker we get this session over...the faster I can get home to my baby girl.
"Do your emotions always tend to get the best of you?"
"No."
"You sure about that?"
"You ask questions, like you already know the answers." I stated, gripping the pillow that was sitting on my lap. I didn't want her to know that she was upsetting me, but I feel like that was her goal. To piss me off to the point where I let her ass have it, just so she could write off that I wasn't well, and BOOM! I'd be back in Arkham.
"I have some papers from your previous stay at Arkham Asylum, you know...before you escaped, and it stated that you never could control your emotions. When you weren't lying in bed and moping, you would lash out and send yourself into a seizure, waking up without any recollection on what happened before then." She said, shuffling through some paperwork.
"Let me stop you right there. If you would've done your homework, which I'm assuming you didn't because you're sitting here in my face with partially true facts, you'd know that I had amnesia at the time AND I was pregnant. So yes, I was moping around because I didn't know what I was doing there or what led me to get there, plus I was having severe morning sickness that wouldn't allow me to get up unless I was getting up to throw up. Also, those seizures you mentioned only occurred when I got a flashback of some sort, which should be on one of those pages that you keep flipping through." She gave me a shocking facial expression, as I cocked my head to the side, giving her a simple smirk. "Anything else you'd like to add?"
"Uh...n-no, I think I-I have everything I need." She stood up, but as if a light bulb appeared on top of her head, she sat back down. "Actually I take that back. You and Joker...you two had a relationship correct?"
"Why is that your business?" I questioned, squinting my eyes.
"He talked a lot about you during our sessions. He really loves you." What the hell was she playing at right now? I just stared at her, waiting for her to get to the point, so I could shut her ass down again. "We even did some comparisons between you and Harley, making it clear that you both were two completely different people."
"Yeah...okay, what does this have to do with anything?"
"Though you both are different in every aspect, there's one thing you both have in common...you and Harley Quinn are undeniably in love with The Clown Prince." She stated, crossing her leg. "But do you think that he loves either one of you? Or are you both just toys that he likes to play with?"
"You're crossing a very dangerous line, lady." I warned her. "What Jack and I have going on is none of your business, and as far as I'm concerned...this session is over." I climbed off the bed and headed towards the door, stopping when I heard her yell something else out.
"He might be Jack now, but we both know that Joker is still somewhere deep down inside of him. Don't let this sane act fool you honey, because that's all it is. An act." I pushed the door open and walked out, refusing to let her get to me or get inside of my head. It was hard though. What if everything she said was the truth? What if Joker was still deep down inside of Jack and he was just acting this way to get back in my good graces. What if I wake up one day and Jack is long gone, but Joker was back and even worse than before? Could that even be possible? Could he come back worse than before? I shook my head, pushing my thoughts to the back of my head, as I headed towards the waiting room where everyone waiting on me. Before I jump to any conclusions, I was going to get to know Jack a little bit better, and see if I can detect any hints of Joker. If not, then that doctor bitch can kiss my black ass, but if so...I don't even know what I'll do. I guess we'll just have to wait and see.
