Thread: descent into madness || bear & cosmos

RE descent into madness Bear cosmos descent into madness size-2 Youre a man with no name. Your fingerprints were run through the system and we had no hits. We sent off your dental records and you werent there. We even sent your pictures to GCPD and we couldnt find anything previous to your Incidents. Youre a John Doe. We dont even have anything coming up when we sent off your DNA samples. You are nowhere. According to every system that we have access to, you are no one. That in and of itself was a disturbing thought, that with a world so watched that a man this dangerous could have slipped through the cracks. If someone so far from reality as him could do it, why couldnt someone else who was criminally sane? But you are still my patient, and I believe that the most important thing for a patient to feel in a place as dehumanizing as this is that you feel respected, if even by only one person. With no name and only an alias, Ive done what I could with what I have. I dont call my patients by their aliases, or I would be treating the President of the United States, the King of Latvia, and Penguins. Unfortunately, that was only the tip of the iceberg of the separation of reality that the vast majority of her patients had. The poor people couldnt have told her their real names if theyd tried. But they, unlike Mister J, were much harder to get into. Once she got him talking he seemed more than eager to continue, Harleen remaining quiet as she listened to him ramble on about her name, then his IQ. She had no doubt that he was more intelligent than he looked, and there was so much more hidden under the surface if only she could crack it. It was becoming even more apparent to her that he was working on something, once again returning to the subject of her being fascinating. He was a silver-tongued bastard, that much she could have told anyone. The flattery fell off his tongue like honey and he was gauging her reaction, that much she knew. Internally, she was divided. There was the part of her that she kept deep down that was craving the attention, enjoying the lavish compliments that he was paying her both verbally and non-verbally, but that part was still locked away and hidden from view. The larger part of her mind was fighting to stay indifferent, but she couldnt fight against the obvious physical reaction - a slight hint of blush that raced across her cheeks. Thank you, Mister J, but were here to discuss you . It was the most polite way for her to divert the conversation again. If his rambling told her nothing, it was that though he did seem to have large breaks in reality quite often, he was for the most part grounded. He didnt seem to have issues with identifying what was bothering him - from the physical discomfort of the straight jacket to the emotional irritation that he felt towards the orderlies. He did display aggression, though none of it directed towards her. She felt a conflict in what she should do and what she felt would be beneficial to get him to trust her at least a little bit. Harleen chewed on her lip a bit and sighed, pulling off her glasses and rubbing at her eyes. The straight jacket was for her safety, but if he was so enraptured by her as he said, then he wouldnt be so interested in harming her. The guards could pacify him easily when the time came for him to return to his cell But he was still unpredictable. But think of what could happen if you managed to rehabilitate him. You would finally get the respect you deserve around here. Ah, the voice in her head did have a very valid point - if she could somehow have a major breakthrough with him then she would be seen as the respected psychologist that she was. She set her glasses down on the table and pushed the chair back, her mind made up. Mister J, She made eye contact with him, her own very hard and her voice firm, Im going to compromise with you - I will remove the straight jacket but you have to promise to work with me here. If Im going to put trust in you to not repeat what happened with your other care provider, then Im going to expect you to put trust in me and work with me in your care. Harleen hesitated, but made her way around the table, her hands trembling in just the slightest as she unfastened the back of his jacket. As the last of the fastening fell off, she stepped away from him, returning to her seat and leveling her gaze at him. Now, She put her glasses back on, brushing stray hair from her face, Lets talk about your flawed tendencies. size