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"Well, Mr. Napier, has there been any improvements since our last session together?" Dr. Marcus Smith asked, folding his hands and leaning over his desk at the young man sitting across from him. After a brief pause, a pair of tired, intense green eyes looked up at him. These eyes belonged to Smith's first patient of the day, Jack Napier.
"Nothing has changed Doc. I still hear them. They seem to get louder everyday... Doc, can I ask you something?"
"What is it Mr. Napier?"
"Can you please call me Jack?" Smith sighed.
"Jack... you do know that everything won't get better if you don't try anything. You reject all the medication I prescribe, you refuse to go check yourself into an institution. Do you think that just talking about it will make it better? I have seen many young people like you Jack, and most of them end up in jail, locked up or dead. Now do you want that to be you?" Smith asked, trying not to let any anger enter his voice. Jack shook his head.
"Doc, I know I should listen to you. I don't want to end up like those people, but I can't help but think that the voices are apart of me now. I don't think I would feel right without them there to greet me every morning." Jack whispered, not looking at Smith.
"Jack, I'm getting the feeling that you don't want a normal life." Jack looked up at Smith, his eyes full of confusion.
"Doc, I don't even know what I want anymore... One voice keeps telling me that I would be happier living a normal life. You know get married, have some kids and find a nice house to live in. But..."
"But what Jack?"
"Another voice says that being insane is much more fun." Smith breathed a sigh of relief. They were finally getting somewhere.
"And do these voices remind you of anyone Jack?" Jack nodded.
"I think the first voice is my mother and I know that the second voice is... me."
Smith frowned. Jack's mother was never brought up before. "Do you feel comfortable enough to talk about your mother?" Jack took his gaze off of Smith and started staring at the ceiling. His whole demeanor changed. He wasn't the guarded Jack that entered his office, but a Jack that seemed to not care.
"Sure Doc. What do you want to know?" Jack said, staring deeply at a spot on the ceiling.
"What do you rem-"
"Hey Doc. Do ya think that stain is growing bigger? That isn't every good for a doctors office like yours. I would get that looked at if I were you." Jack interrupted. Smith rubbed the bridge of his nose. Not even five minutes with Jack's new personality, and he already hated it.
"Jack, please, before our time runs out, tell me anything important about your mother." This caught Jack's attention. He looked away from the ceiling.
"She introduced me to my only friend. Maybe you've heard of him? Bruce Wayne? The son of Tomas and Martha Wayne?" Jack paused. "You don't believe me. No need to lie to me. I see it on your face." Jack leaned forward towards Smith. "Is that important enough for you?" Smith nodded, dumbfounded. Jack smirked.
"Good. Because I believe that our time is up now. Have a nice day Doc." Jack said, standing up, and grabbing his jacket. "See ya next week." He smiled again and left the office.
Smith allowed himself a few minutes to relax after Jack left. There has never been a session where more as reveled about Jack Napier. Smith sighed, yet again and pressed the intercom button.
"Charlotte, I'm ready for the next patient."