A/N: This story is post TDK, with Joker & Crane tucked away in Arkham. First timer here people, so be gentle. We can get to the rough stuff later on ;) Cheers xo.
Chapter 1.
"So doctor, what's the prognosis?" he shifted slightly in his chair, my eyes watching as he did so. I caught his gaze once more, smiling slightly. He took out his pen and laid it with his clipboard down on the desk in front of him. I could see the writing clearly, but sadly Reading upside down was never a talent of mine. Finally he cleared his throat before he spoke.
"Miss Drake, I'm afraid it's what I thought" he paused, flexing his fingers softly. He looked towards the door, "is there someone you'd like to be in here with you?" His voice had a hint of genuine concern, but it was mixed with what sounded like standard routine Doctor talk. I wetted my lips before talking,
"I'm a big girl Doctor" I sighed, avoiding his eyes, "besides it's just me in Gotham, family had the great idea of skipping town". I half chuckled as I said it, from both anticipation and fear. He nodded,
"Very well Miss Drake." I turned back to look at him, his stubble covered a defined jaw line which held up a perfect Hollywood smile. He was a pretty boy type, but in Gotham people are seldom what they appear to be. I braced myself for his next few words, Preparing for the worse. I knew the migraines and blackouts were a sign of something ominous, and from the look on his face I was correct in my assumptions. He moved forward in his chair, positioning himself directly before me. I swallowed hard.
"Miss Drake, from the symptoms you described and the tests we ran I've come to a conclusion." I nodded my head. "And well it appears to be that you are experiencing what's known as Multiple Personality Disorder or DID" he searched my face for a moment before speaking, "are you alright? Would you like some water?" I shook my head,
"No thank you. Multiple personality disorder? As in there is another person inside my mind?" Well it wasn't a brain tumour that's for sure. I stood up rubbing my hand on my head.
"Are you sure? I mean you're 100% sure that's what this is?" I began biting my fingernails, something I managed to quit 5 years ago. Oh well.
"I'm positive Miss Drake, our observations showed your symptoms to be conclusive with this disorder. It's quite fascinating really, the human mind being host to two separate personalities..." I shot him a look. He straightened up, trying to conceal his enthusiasm,
"Of course I understand how this can be very hard for you to come to terms with." he scratched his head, "and the fact that you were completely unaware makes it even more interesting". I leant back against the wall in his office, folding my arms.
"It's not like I didn't know something was wrong, I just didn't jump to this particular conclusion. I mean this is not an everyday occurrence Doctor". He nodded,
"Of course not, I apologise for my eagerness, it's just this area of medicine intrigues me. The brain is a wonderful thing." I smiled and rolled my eyes; oh it's intriguing alright. There was a few seconds of silence before he consulted his chart once more,
"How long had these symptoms been happening for?" I moved back to my seat and sighed,
"I'd say about since June, so three months ago." I felt an uncomfortable chill run down my spine, it caused goose bumps to rise on my arms, I brushed them away quickly. Doctor Adams wrote this down, he looked back up at me,
"Is everything ok?" he noticed the goose bumps, "does that happen a lot?" I shook my head,
"Just cold" I braved a smile; he studied my face before resuming his chart.
"Miss Drake can you think of a moment three months ago that sticks out in your mind as..." he paused for a moment "traumatic, perhaps? An extreme of emotion? Usually there is a strong emotional event that acts as a catalyst for something like this to happen." I thought for a moment, a lot had happened in June. My grandmother had passed away; I'd broken off my engagement... Ah. I looked back across the desk and nodded my head,
"I can think of a few things...". I wasn't able to finish my sentence as I was struck with a blinding pain in my head; I let out a muted scream as I fell to my knees.
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"Hello gorgeous." she moved to get up as he extended his hand.
"God Miss Drake are you ok?". She looked him up and down, smiling to herself.
"No" she purred. The Doctor looked questioningly at her,
"You're not ok? What happened?". She sighed as she stood to face him, "No, I'm not Miss Drake." she placed her hands on his chest. His heart was racing. Her smile widened, she ran her fingers through his hair, pulling his head sharply down to her own.
"I'm sorry Doctor, you have got the wrong girl" she drew her tongue across her lips and kissed him softly on his mouth. He pulled away from her,
"Miss Drake?" she shook her head,
"So sorry", and she pushed him back against the wall. His eyes darted around the room, and a bead of sweat fell down his face,
"S...sorry for what?" She leaned in close to him, placing her hands once more on his head, "for this". In one swift motion she twisted his head sharply to the right until hearing the loud crack of broken bones. She let his body slip slowly to the floor; cocking her head to the side she admired her work. She walked over to his desk; sitting casually upon it she picked up the chart and began to read.
"Can't have you telling people about me now can we Doctor, ruins the surprise." she ripped away the pages from the clipboard and placed them into her handbag. She began making her way to the door before stopping in front of a mirror, she ran her hand over her hair, fixing it in place. Her hand moved to her lips, she giggled softly.
"You and your big mouth Miss Drake; loose lips sink ships darling". She glanced at the Doctor one final time before closing the door behind her.