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Damian's pov

I fixed the collar of my white doctor coat and made sure I had all my notes. I was headed to my next session with Jon, better known as the feared psychotic super villain; Angel.

I walked through Arkham's long hallways, and down the depressing stairs to the sub, sub, sub, sub, level where my main patient is being held.

The usual security guard let me in without a word. I entered the the triple fenced room. Jon immediately looked up.

"Oh Mister Doctor sir! You're back! I missed you!" He cried, running to the bars of his cage, handcuffs clanking against the metal. I smiled slightly, but forced it away as I caught the eye of a guard. I'm supposed to be professional.

"I missed you too Mister Kent. Do you know it's now our twelfth session?" I asked. Jon grinned.

"Oh I know Mister Doctor I've been keeping track of the few times I get to see your pretty face." He said. I did my best to fight back blush.

"Enough of that talk Mister Kent. You know you aren't to address me that way." I said seriously.

"And you should know that I don't care." He said with a smirk. I sighed softly.

"Tidy we'll be trying two new things." I said. Jon raised an eyebrow.

"Ooh! What are they?" He asked. I took a step closer.

"Well, first I thought that because you've been so calm, I might be able to sit with you in your room, of sorts." I said. Jon's eyes lit up and he clapped his hands together.

"Yay, yay, yay! Oh yes please Mister Doctor sir!" He squealed. I glanced up at a guard who began descending down the stairs to meet me.

"I also thought we could play a game." I added as the guard unlocked the first fence, then the second, then the third and finally escorted me inside the cage.

"I love games! But sadly no one here ever wants to play with me." He pouted. I wonder why.

"Alright dude, you know the rules. You step within four feet of him and you'll be shocked. Try to pull anything and you'll be shocked to unconsciousness. Got it?" The guard asked, holding up a small black remote. Jon nodded, a hand touching the black collar around his neck.

"Yes sir." He said. I frowned. The guard nodded and stood just outside the cage.

"Now then." I smiled. Jon smiled back. "This game is played as a question game." I said. Jon nodded. "I ask a question about you, you answer and then you ask me a questionable I answer then we go back and fourth. Sound fun?" I asked.

"I think so! Can we start?" Jon plopped down on his bed, legs crossed.

"Of course. I'll go first. What's your favourite animal?" I asked. Jon bit his lip and glanced off.

"I love puppies!" He said happily. He looked kinda cute in that moment. I blinked. Oh no Damian. No, no. You will not fall in love with your patient. Look what happened to Doctor Quinnzel! Be on guard.

"Good now you ask me a question." I said whilst writing down his answer. Jon hummed.

"Ooh! I know! What time do you go to sleep?" He asked. I blinked.

"That's a peculiar question." I said. Jon shrugged.

"You learn a lot from a person from when they go to sleep." He said. I nodded slightly.

"Well I suppose it depends on the day I've had. If it's been a long busy day and I have work to do, I go to bed late. But if it's been slow, usually a holiday, I go to bed when I please." I answered. Jon nodded, cocking his head to the side.

I cleared my throat. "Okay, next question."

~Time Skip~

"My next question is, do you know why you do the things you do?" I said carefully. Jon sat up alert.

"Oh I have no clue!" He laughed. "I just do! It's fun!"

"You find hurting, killing people even and causing chaos to be fun?" I asked a little nervously.

"Well, mostly causing chaos and property damage. I only kill people who get in my way." He said throwing a glance at the guard.

"People who get in my way when I aim for something I want." He mumbled, eyes locking on mine. I took a step back.

"And you know Mister Doctor, I've become quite fond of you." He said almost in a emotionless voice. I swallowed.

He suddenly lunges towards me, his hands caught my face and I dropped my supplies to grab his wrists.

"HEY!" The guard shouted. Jon was gripping my face tightly and I was trying to get him to release me. Even without his super strength he's strong.

Five armed guards stormed into the cell. There was a crackling sound of electricity. Jon cried out in pain but refused to release me.

More guards came in as they swarmed him, tugging him off me.

After more crackling electricity sounded out, Jon finally released my face. A guard grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the cage. I could hear Jon screaming and swearing at the guard, calling my name a few times.

"Will he be alright?" I asked worriedly as the guard escorted me through the fences to the flight of stairs.

"Oh he'll be fine." He said. I nodded. He didn't leave my side until I was safely in my office.

"Doctor, I'll have Miss Quinnzel come speak with you." He said. I nodded as I sat behind my desk.

"Doctor Damian, just so you are aware, what happened was not your fault." The guard said before leaving.

While I sat behind my desk, taking deep breathes, I could still feel Jon's strong grip on my face. I remember how I trembled with fear as I was forced to look into his dark sapphire eyes.

"Mister Wayne," A voice said. I glanced up.

"Miss Quinnzel." I said, rising. She quickly had me sit back down.

"Are you alright?" She asked, setting a glass of water before me. I rubbed my temples and took the glass of water.

"Yes. I'm alright, just a little shaken." I admitted. Harleen patted my shoulder.

"It'll be okay. You'll be taking a break from seeing him for a few days. You'll have a long weekend." She explained.

That's what's best for right now.

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