#thedoctorisin

It seems like I'm now on one of Playtime's co worker's computers.

One minute, and she’d be going into the therapist’s room.

She can admit, she wasn’t exactly the most vulnerable during that group therapy session recently. Correction, she wasn’t vulnerable at all. The therapist would try and ask her something, and she’d start blabbing about unrelated stuff.

“Hm? Whats that? Trauma? Y’mean the movie genre? I never liked Shakespeare that much.”

The therapist thought she was just some dumb blonde, who couldn’t understand what was being asked of her. She remembered how Dick stared at her, whenever she’d pretend to be dumb. He looked… frustrated, that she had been acting like that.

It was fair, after all. He knew she wasn’t as dumb as she pretended most times. She was like him in that way, she supposed.

Needless to say, she had been Not Great about that. After that whole breakdown with her father, she decided to try a new therapist. By herself.

She already figured out what she’d share and what she wouldn’t ahead of time, so she wasn’t too nervous. Still… she sighs and waits for them to call her name.

Isaacs current patient leaves, and after a bit he calls out

She walks into the room after hearing her name called and sits down, smiling.

“Hey, Doc!” she says, shaking Doctor Clarkson’s hand.

"I always come back"

Limon! :D

{Harley chuckles}