Breaking Wonderland: Alice in Chains

BTAS (Batman Animated Series)

(Sequel to Breaking Wonderland) After her breakdown, Alice is forced to seek psychiatric help. Though the criminals in Arkham have other things on mind, again.

Pre Note: Hahah sorry for the crappy summary again. Though it's not fun to divulge too much of the plot. Okay well first off this is a SEQUEL, that's right if you're reading this fanfic and you happen to feel a little lost or the wtf feeling, please be aware that this is a sequel and most likely it would be beneficial to read the first Breaking Wonderland. Ahem now that that's out of the way let the story begin.

PS: Sorry for any grammar mistakes, typos, anything else.


Chapter 1: The Road to Recovery

Alice Pleasance sat nervously in a waiting room. She had been seeing Dr. Amanda Richardson for the last three weeks by order of a court of law. She checked her watch before picking up the same magazine for the seventeenth time. Ladies Health, once again Alice scanned through the articles and gazed upon the pictures she liked most. The office only got magazines monthly and there were only three different types, the other being a travel magazine and a child's magazine. Alice sighed as she saw a picture of a couple holding hands walking side by side, strolling along a sandy beach. She wanted a moment like that in her life so dearly.

The door swung open and a young boy walked out along with Dr. Richardson. A blonde woman stood up and walked towards them.

"Did you have a good time, Timmy?" she asked her son. Timmy shrugged as he started to unwrap his lollipop. She stepped into the office as Timmy sat down across from Alice. He glared at Alice as his arms crossed sucking on his lollipop. The little freckled boy sneered as he turned to look another direction. Alice looked away nervously as she kept silent. A few minutes later the door opened and the woman called for Timmy.

"Let's go," she said sternly as they made their way towards the door. Dr. Richardson looked up at Alice.

"Why, hello Alice, I hope you didn't have to wait too long," she started happily. Her voice was smooth and clear. Alice swore she heard her voice on radio somewhere.

"No, I didn't have to wait too long," she replied. Dr. Richardson smiled.

"That's good. Well just give me a few seconds to straighten up and we'll begin our session," she replied as she entered another room. Alice nodded as she realize she had to wait again. It was only a couple of minutes before Dr. Richardson opened the door and welcomed her into the room. The room was a typical psychiatrist office, hard wooden desk, plenty of books lying about, a few toys, and certificates on the wall. Alice sat across her on a comfy chair. She grew nervous each time she sat on the chair across her desk. Dr. Richardson grabbed a manilla folder and opened it up she browse through a few notes before bringing out a notepad and pen.

"Alright Alice, so how have you been since our last session?" Dr. Richardson started. Alice inhaled as she stared at Dr. Richardson dark skin and eyes, she seemed so calm as she patiently looked at her notes waiting for a reply.

"Well, I've been fine, I moved out of my old apartment and I'm living at a smaller one near a park. I actually like it better," Alice started. Dr. Richardson nodded, scribbling down on her notepad.

"I see, I'm glad you like your new place," she responded.

"Yeah," Alice squeaked out. There was silence as she continued to scribble on her notepad. It was almost as if she was drawing circles and not writing anything down at all. "Oh I've been trying those breathing techniques you taught me and Yoga classes are going well," she added hastily.

"Great news, I'm glad you're taking my advice seriously," Dr. Richardson replied with a huge smile.

"Well, is there anything else you like to add before I start asking some questions?" Dr. Richardson asked. Alice shook her head, she didn't know what else to say. "Well, if that's the case I would like to ask some questions, though unlike the other ones these are going to be tough questions," Dr. Richardson paused as she inspected Alice closely. Alice fingers started to fidget on her lap. "I know this well be difficult for you but I assure you this is important for your recovery. I just want to let you know you don't have to tell me anything you don't want to. Is that clear?" she asked again. Alice's blue eyes were big, she was growing increasing nervous. She nodded again as a response. "Okay first off, why did you change your name from Mrs. Reynalds back to Pleasance?" Dr. Richardson asked calmly. Alice took a deep breath. She realized she wasn't kidding about tough questions. Alice exhaled as she thought to herself before speaking.

"Well... I just didn't want to be reminded of Billy," she replied simply. Her palms became clammy.

"How so?" Dr. Richardson asked.

"I mean, I just... no I mean every time someone called me Mrs. Reynalds it reminded me of Billy... and it... it hurt," she said looking off towards her side.

"I can see how that can be painful," Dr. Richardson replied as she wrote down actual notes. "However to change your last name. Most women don't do that kind of thing Alice, most women want to be reminded of their late husbands later in life or until they marry again. It just seems to be an unlikely reason," Dr. Richardson pressed. Alice tilted her head as she tried hard not to pout.

"Why are you asking me this?" Alice asked her tone filled with hurt.

"We need to dig deep into these issues, Alice," Dr. Richardson said sternly as she gave Alice a cross look.

"It's just, it is the main reason," Alice confessed, her voice became more congested and she sounded more nasal like then usual. She looked off to the side as she hunched back in her chair. "I mean, I guess I was angry... at Billy for being caught with that...hussy of a secretary," she said bitterly. Alice grimaced, she didn't like swearing. She bit her lower lip as she stared at Dr. Richardson as if she expected her to pass judgment for her use of foul language.

"It's quite alright Alice, if that's what you really thought about her. It's good that you're taking out your anger in more natural ways. It's bad to bottle up all that anger Alice," she spoke as she scribbled hastily on her notepad.

"It's just though, it's so un-lady-like that's all," Alice said defensively.

"It doesn't matter it's okay to accept you were angry at Billy for lying to you. It's a healthy response," Dr. Richardson added. Alice sat up straight in her chair. She felt that the worst was over. "Now, here's another tough question Alice and I promise this will be the last tough question for the day," she added. Alice's heart sank. "What happened that day you decided to do what you did at Arkham?" Dr. Richardson asked slowly and clearly as she stared right at Alice, not bothering to look down at her notepad. Alice leaned back gripping tightly on the armrests of the chair, she felt emotionally bombarded.

"I don't remember," she said calmly. Dr. Richardson blinked as she placed down her notepad.

"Now Alice, I know you remember, you may not want-"

"I thought I didn't have to talk about it!" Alice yelled sorely. Her eyes became watery as she started to breath heavily. Dr. Richardson let out a sigh and shook her head.

"That's right Alice you don't have to say anything if you don't want to," she continued to write. Alice felt a tinge of guilt in middle of her gut. She closed her eyes as she took a deep breath, she tried to remember that day, that everything went wrong.

"I was angry and hurt, Lizette had just admitted to sleeping with Billy I became so distraught. I couldn't even think straight. I ran out of the building and down the street. I didn't even think about my car or my appearance," Alice stopped she felt she said enough. But the look of Dr. Richardson eying her made her second guess. "I was robbed by this handsome fellow. He stole every valuable I had including my wedding ring. I just got so mad," she paused taking a deep breath, "I-I saw the shop through the glass window, and that's when I felt clear, numb... I don't remember much after that, it's all fuzzy," Alice stopped she couldn't remember too clearly.

"Nothing? Not even when you broke into Arkham?" Dr. Richardson pondered out loud. Alice looked down sadly she felt her eyes starting to water up.

"I just feel so overwhelmed with guilt I-"

"Don't worry guilt is not a bad thing. It's what separates the sane from the insane. You feel guilty because you're thinking reasonably. People who are no longer correctly functioning mentally feel no guilt and see only justification for their cause, no matter what the law states," Dr. Richardson dictated. Alice was breathless for a moment and she nodded, tears ran down her cheeks even though she didn't want them to. "I think that's enough for today I'm so proud of you Alice, you're making real progress," Dr. Richardson confided. She pulled out at tissue from her a tissue box and handed it to Alice. Alice took the tissue and blew into it loudly. Dr. Richardson then placed her notes on the desk as she handed Alice a piece of chocolate. "Here eat this you'll feel better," she said motherly. Alice took the candy and shakily unwrapped the aluminum wrapper, tears running down her cheeks, as she hiccuped.

Dr. Richardson got her things together as she placed a big pile of paper work and files in a wheeled luggage. She had to treat her clients at Arkham the next day. Dr. Richardson sighed as she looked over the folders of the people she inspected at Arkham, she didn't feel like she was making progress on most of the patients there. Though, she didn't want to give up on them either. It was against her code. She popped open her trunk and placed the files into her vehicle. She then left the parking lot driving her way home.