Summary: The citizens have had enough, the Teen Titans badguys are going where no man in that city has...therapy....dedicated to Tennisgal456!!

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Slade willson was not a man of many words in fact some could argue from his cold past he wasn't a man at all. Despite this, the citizens had demanded he go to counseling therapy. Robin nearly fell flat out of his seat at the suggestion, what in the HELL were they thinking?They would be lucky if Slade didn't end up murdering the therapist.....

"Okay Mr....Slade is it? Let's start with some basics...what lead you to becoming a....well...a villain to put it lightly." The therapist asked, tilting her glasses, Slade sat, in a straight jacked, chained up and tied down to assure her safety, the masked man had also been drugged to make the session a bit easier.

"Why do I have to be the villain!? Why can't I be the anti hero!" He asked as the therapist blinked and began to write on her pad

"Uh huh, go on." She said Slade looked up, his head swinging from side to side like a bobble toy in a pick up truck as he continued to moan and groan, annoyed at the situation and trying to decide if he was going to have a mental break down nor or just do what Joker did and claim insanity later on....joker...

"Why are you so demanding? WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT FROM ME!" He screamed, the therapist just continued to write as she waited for Slade to continue,

"That bat...he never wanted me! He dumped for that freak show clown! You know his teeth are yellow?!! Do you think he ever uses dental? DO YOU? DO YOU? Well he doesn't! You know what Bat said! WHY SO SERIOUS! That DARK serious as a damn stick BASTARD! Said WHY so serious to me!! I always wanted to be Batmans arch rival but he took the clown! And you know all those gay jokes are LIES...what do these amazon princess have that I DON'T!?!!" He ranted, the therapist looked up at him, clearly wondering if she REALLY needed to go THERE with him.

"And ANOTHER thing, have you LOOKED on that thing they call FANFICTION? I would not need to force myself on all those little twit girls! I could lay them all willingly, especially the blonde one. What's her name? Jerra? Ferra? We all know she has the hots for me." He said seriously before flopping back.

"Why can't I ever win? They always make me loose, I always loose. No matter what it isn't fair and ANOTHER thing how do they know so much about my life!?! Are they stalking me? Spying on me perhaps? SHOULDN'T I BE IN WITNESS PROTECTION!?" He yelled, the therapist continued to write

"I lost a game of scrabble once....I shot the mofo right in the arm...he won by spelling dumbass...." Slade continued in a dazed tone

"Why does every say MOFO anyway? What the HELL is a mofo? Why not just say mother effer? What the HELL does mother effer mean anyway? I mean did some kid really see some random dude screwing his mother and just call him a mother effer?" Slade contemplated as he stared out at the window

"You know I've never gotten a reward! Or fanmail...why don't I get fanmail? IT'S NOT FAIR, I work my none existent REAR off making those Titans look like they have a reason to be so dramatic! I'M the bad guy in all the epic stories yet I NEVER get any recognization!" He added distressed, the therapist

"They rejected me...they said silly villain awards are for heroes..." He adds "Those prejudice bastards! WE'RE in AMERICA.......we ARE in America right? Sometimes I can't tell because I mean...who in the hell would see a green child and not start screaming their bloody lungs out?" He asked. The therapist just continued to write

"You know...I get called sexy a lot....I always wanted to be sexy...I know I'm sexy deep down but sometimes it would be nice to hear the compliments face to face. Granted I would probably kill the person right after but still the recongnization for my work would be great. You know how much it sucks moving from place to place to place to place? How much MONEY that costs. Do you even KNOW where I get the money from? DO YOU CARE? DOES ANYONE CARE!? WHY AREN'T YOU LISTENING?" Slade demanded as the therapist continued to write

"You know joker is stupid, another thing! Why do all his women have curves? I got stuck with some stick figure twits and he gets WOMEN, HOT WOMEN like poison Ivy, I like her she's sexy like me. I always thought she and I would have pretty children but after she tried to castrate her last male friend with a plant I didn't think dating was a good idea." Slade sighed

"Starfire, what the hell is a Starfire? Isn't a star a burning ball of gas, so wouldn't fire make it explode or something? Is she an exploding person? Sometimes I think she is, sometimes I wish she would go blow up but then I wouldn't have anyone to manipulate in these fanfics anymore. Another thing WHY DON'T I EVER GET AN OC LOVE INTEREST? F**** THAT, i want a MOFO love interest! I want to be noticed..." He added in a sigh

"I wanted to be on Broadway too.......you know how Disney, I love Disney. Megera was HOT and I liked Scar he killed his brother you know. Why don't I have a theme song? Those damn twits got one! I don't have my own though!" He said...

"I'm alone in the universe.

So alone in the universe.

I've found magic but they don't see it

They all call me a lunatic.

Ok, call me a lunatic.

If I stand on my own, so be it.

Slade sung quietly, the therapist didn't seem to mind so he continued singing

'Cause I have wings.

Yes, I can fly

Around the moon

And far beyond the sky

And one day soon

I know there you'll be

One small voice in the universe

One true friend in the universe

Who believes in me... "

"......Why aren't you clapping! I was marvelous, damn idiot." He grumbled annoyed, no open appreciated good talent or anything else these days. All they cared about were bi polar acceptable brats running across the stage along with kids whose parents couldn't afford to come up with real names. He wondered if superman had this problem

"Lex Luthor has a shinny head, I remember once I thought the sun was coming towards the earth., nope it was Lexs head........another thing. Why aren't their any girl arch rivals for males? Like females can't put up a good fight...well SCREW you sexist PIGS! I say FREE FREE FEMALE BAD GUY RIGHTS!" He declared loudly

"Do you think I could get on Jerry springer you think? I always wanted some springer beads but could never get any. I like Maury better but he doesn't give out beads. Oprah is best though, I see her favorite things shows every year. I never got to go to one though....OPRAH NEVER ASKED ME TO COME ON HER SHOW! SHE'S HAD EVERYONE ON HER SHOW...BUT SHE DIDN'T CALL ME. I SAT BY THE PHONE WAITING ALL DAY!" He whined, yes it was true. Slade one of the most badass teenage fighting villains around...was whinnying...about Oprah...because she is THAT powerful.

"You know...I love Chuck Norris..." He sighed

"I have his posters all over my walls...I even have a cardboard cut out of him...." He added, the therapist continued to writing

".....WHAT ARE YOU WRITING DAMN IT!?!?" He screamed as the therapist finally looked up and pilled out her Ipod headphones

"Oh sorry, did you say something?" She asked...Slade blinked

".............F** YOU!! F** YOU F** YOU F***!!!F** You!!!"

"Uh, Security might be needed..." She thought....

A/N Yeah...crack crazy right? I don't own Chuck Norris, Megera, Disney Teen Titans or Suessical and pretty much everything else listed in this fic...so...first chapter yeah. Poor Slade has issues, whose next.....Happy Reading Princess Starfire!!!