#a child psychiatrist

[illya-roma]

DP X DC PROMPT- (Fic that I'd totally probably might write)

Jason had learned from being a Robin to being Red Hood to expect a lot of things, from fighting the deranged to expecting the unexpected like daina (WONDER WOMAN!) being mind controlled.

But he never expected this.

He usually doesn't come here to begin, not after- after it happened, but he does each time whenever the pits wants to remind hims of what he could have lost. (What he lost, how it hurt hurt hurt. How HE hurt them. He knows that even if they forgive him, they'll never trust him again. The pit laughs from behind)

But tonight, in front of him sat someone?something? what appears to be a teenager from 14 to 16, with red hair that flickers similar to a flame and skin too pale and ears too pointy.

But it?she? sat on one of the headstone with her eyes glazed, too deep in her own thoughts.

A series of bubbles cut her off. She proceeded to put the baby (that seemed completely human) on her shoulder and allowed him to burb. Then cocooned him in blankets and hummed him to sleep.

Right now, he isn't red hood (or Robin). And his gun may not affect her, that is if the child belongs to someone else. (Did the parents give them to her? Or is she related? Have any alarms of a breakout occur that a meta? experiments? escape?).

(He sounds like Bruce.)

"A penny for your thoughts?"

The girl had her eyes on the child, with a small sad smile and flickers of flaming hair. "Just..."

"Just wondering what my grave would have looked like."

He sucked a breath.

"That ones yours...right?"

The girl (child ghost holy fuck!) nodded her head to his own grave. "Y-yeah...it's mine."

"It's beautiful... And well cleaned...They must've cared a lot, mister Jason."

He never thought about that. A well taken grave describes a caring family wouldn't it? (They do care! How is it still clean though?)

"Yeah...but uh...um...What's up with the..the baby?" Is the baby alive?

"Oh...Noone will take care of my baby boy... So.. I had to come back..."

She pushed back a few strands of black hair with tender eyes and the lightest touch. As if he where the most fragile crystle.

Jason could see himself in the child. All loved to the point his own mother would give up everything just for him. Except it was Bruce, it was Bruce that took him in and loved him. Standing beside his bed during nightmares when he cried and taking away the monsters. Sitting with Alfred, cooking together and exchanging stories.

(His family loved him. His family loves him.)

"Would you like to fly with me?"

Robin made me magic

He keeps wiping his face while she put the baby in a safer position. "We can have a brawl for fun after I put little Danny in his bed a-" she stopped mid scentence when looking at him

He sputtered. " Is something wrong?"

With fear in her eyes she floated, creating distance between both of them. She shaked her head in disbelief.

"You...you died..."

He took a step farther, not wanting to scare them away.

"But..b-but your... nononono why do you look like that?!"

He wanted to ask like what, but she disappeared before his eyes. (Did she know he wasn't safe? That he hurt his family?)

...

Beep

"Hey Jaylad, is the pit be-

"B-Bruce"

"Jason, what's wrong? Are yo- what happend?"

"I'm sorry, I'm s-so sorry, I'm sorry! Dad I'm sor-"

"I'm coming, hang in there."

"Little Wing what's wrong?"

"Todd, who hurt you? Who should I kill?"

"Jason, back ups close. Breath with me, alright!"

(His family loves him)

(The pits were silenced)

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In an alternative universe the Fenton are still driving around and setting up traps, unfortunately Jazz is the one who removes them and got caught.

Since jazz is the one that doesn't wear hazmats and dany is still a baby (she makes sure is far from their experiments with ectoplasm), she becomes a ghost who decides that she doesn't want Danny to get hurt and takes him somewhere near a lot of ectoplasm.

Gotham: sweet baby girl, little baby harley.

Let the drama begin.

Chapter 2

[littlefankingdom]

~ Batman: Knightfall

Bruce not hearing Alfred in the shower can be interpreted as him being stubborn and lying about not hearing him, and I'm choosing to see it this way.

Also, Alfred, you were his guardian with Leslie for 10-8 years, why didn't you have him get a full psychiatric examination then? Especially after the huge trauma he went thought??

Anyway, Tim is getting informations from the ghost of a nun, normal shit in Gotham.

[4spooniesupport]

[actual-changeling]

me: well, my adhd gotta come from somewhere

my relatives: most likely not from us

my grandma, unable to sit still, always moving and doing chores, getting up in the middle of the night to clean and do laundry, rushing by and refusing to sit down for lunch for longer than five minutes, currently interrupting my aunt: we definitely don't have adhd

me: 👀👀👀 uhu. whatever you s— aaaand there she goes 👁👄👁

[seaweedstarshine]

Sometimes I think of Amy Pond, who grew up being called mad by those who wielded the word as a tool of exclusion and shame —

Amy Pond, who though forced into the hands of four psychiatrists, still clung to that which they called madness until those systems which elevate psychosocial conformity above humanity stripped it from her —

Amy Pond, whose imaginary friend reappeared for a single hour after twelve years and reignited that faith before disappearing for two more years —

Amy Pond, who spent those those two years under the same implicit threat ingrained in her through psychiatric violence, and thus began to believe the man who stopped the invasion was “just a madman with a box,” only for him to agree, and to also call her “mad, impossible Amy Pond,” reframing madness as non-negative for the first time in her life —

Amy Pond, who ignored the disembodied voice of her imaginary friend even as she ran away with him for real, who still lived each day with the traumatic internalization of deviancy dictated upon her by the psychiatric-industrial complex that shaped her from childhood —

Amy Pond, who wouldn't acknowledge the Doctor's voice, such that it took an Angel in her eye that was literally killing her to ensure she couldn't reality check herself —

Amy Pond, who stood before a room which muttered about “the psychiatrists we brought her to,” and though afraid, escaped their rigid parameters of acceptable existence.

[conanssummerchild]

today (10th october) is my first psychiatrist appointment and in exactly a month (10th november) i'm going to found heaven on tour, coincidence? i think not (conan gray is like therapy confirmed)

[coachbeards]

Also like sassy’s husband canonically cheated on her and preferred to [redacted] to photos of other women, namely keeley,,, especially when you tie in her already established insecurity (nickname stinky and being mean to keeley in 2x10 simply bc she’s beautiful) ,, like of course she’s going to seek ted out lmao. Ted made her feel focused on, talked to her the entire time, they had simultaneous org*sms,,,, sure they’re not romantically together nor would she want that, but it makes sense why she’d want someone like Ted to be her sexual partner

[bnha-more-like-bnh-gay]

Izuku; I need a new psychiatrist

Aizawa: what? Again?

Izuku: yeah, they said that they didn’t think I was going to make it

Aizaw:

Izuku: I’m inclined to believe them, but I feel like even if you don’t believe you’re going to make it, your mental healthcare team should?

Izuku: not that I’m not used to this happening. I’ve been told by three psychiatrists and four therapists that they think I’m a lost cause

Izuku: one day I’d like to find a therapist or psychiatrist who believes in me thought!

Aizawa:

[flippedorbit]

i’m gonna be so for real, if things don’t start changing for me in good ways i will be disappearing off the face of the earth

[4spooniesupport]

"One reason trauma survivors bond with each other so profoundly---which is different than a trauma bond---is because people who have been through certain things "speak" a different emotional "language" than the rest of humanity and we recognize that "language" when we hear it." (Dr. Glen Patrick Doyle)

[elvensemi]

POLGARA MY BELOVED

I got this message in FORTY-SEVEN SECONDS my people have found me

[seaweedstarshine]

This part of The Crimson Horror novelization lives rent free in my mind:

‘I could materialise the TARDIS around her on stage!’ cried the Doctor. ‘No—’ he concluded bitterly. ‘Too conspicuous. Blow pipe?’ ‘What?’ ‘Use a blow pipe dart to knock her out. Just for a bit. Long enough to get her back here. Strong cuppa. Two rounds of toast. Gentle interrogation…’ ‘Right,’ I sighed. ‘Or—’ ‘Befriend her as a child! Easy! I can nip back in the TARDIS, make a huge impression on her when she’s just a nipper then reappear in her life and then it’ll be all bunting out, hail the conquering Doctor, all that. It’s worked before!’

He liked the results on Amy, so he tried it on Kazran Sardick, until causing lasting childhood trauma is one of his go-to solutions for easy compliance! That's my eleven. My eldritch horror.

[kissingwookiees]

this reel but the joke is that i was 5 and a little girl and so adhd they had to diagnose me right alongside the boys

[hsslilly-blog]

claire has been in therapy since she was fifteen which is why she’s so self aware but also what do you mean that’s her with therapy. what went wrong

[rosedhall]

Me when I like normal people