Chapter 2 : Sigmund Fraud

Kilgrave walked with purpose today as he made his way into a large professional building then into an office. He came up to the secretaries desk of a well-liked Psychiatrist. This was the office of the card he snatched from Camille's fridge the night before.

"I need you to go in there and remove any patients with Dr Higgins then clear his appointments for the next...lets say two hours," he told her.

She smiled, "Yes Sir," she said pleasantly, getting up and heading into the office. As she was politely ushering the patient out, the older white haired Dr Higgins stepped out.

"What the hell is going on?" he asked.

Kilgrave walked up to him, "We need to talk, now," he said sternly.

The Doctor nodded, "Of course," he said, welcoming him into his office and locking the door behind them.

"Your files on a Miss Camille Dawson, I want them," Kilgrave said as he sat leisurely on the couch in the office.

Higgins opened his file cabinet and pulled out the decently thick folder on her then handed it to him.

"Good, now go stand in the corner until I call for you," Kilgrave said, Higgins nodding and doing so as Kilgrave started to flip thru his notes.

He read thru a few pages before sitting up as he had found the good stuff. He whistled, "Whoa, she is just a ball of crazy eh?" he asked Higgins with a laugh.

"Well..I wouldn't put it like that.." Higgins said gently.

"I see that, you would put it as, Bipolar Disorder type 2, PTSD and an exceptionable amount of mis-trust masked as strength of will," he remarked.

Higgins nodded, "exactly."

"So she's stubborn as all get out?"

"It's a bit more complicated than that if I may explain," he offered.

"Go on, turn around," Kilgrave said.

Higgins turned around and cleared her throat, "due to trauma's in her past she has basically built what's commonly known as a 'wall' around herself. Most people have walls for protection but hers is exceptionally thick. As you can see my notes did not even start well into a year of her seeing me, as I could get very little out of her. More so, she knows she has one but she claims it's her being steadfast and not easily susceptible to those trying to cheat her."

"What you are saying is that she's just a normal person that built up a moat in order to stop shit from flying at her?" he confirmed.

"In layman's terms? Yes. You can't get hurt if you let no one in...and she has a very severe case of that. She had even been known to show physical signs of pain or distress when confronted by someone trying chip away at her wall...as if her her brain was fighting letting anyone past her defenses. The mind and body is quite amazing in that regard"

Kilgrave smiled, "Oh fun. This will be fun. Okay then, you have been most helpful but do me a favor, erase any recordings of me being here, us talking and completely forget that I even showed up, will ya?" he asked.

"Of course," Higgins nodded and got on the phone with security as Kilgrave made his exit.

Oh he was excited. She wasn't a superhero, it was all her. Just her and her damaged-refusing to be hurt again-psyche. He felt like he had just been given a present of sorts...one that will keep him busy until his Jessica returned. Calling his driver he got a ride downtown to a studio where he knew (via his girls on the inside) her and her band would be practicing.

Kilgrave, of course, was able just to walk in and sent various security guards into the corner until a time he saw fit for them to leave. He walked into the practice room quietly and stood in the back as the band was on a make shift stage talking over some things.

"Did you wanna try that Blackalicious song?" her guitarist, Chris asked.

"Yeah, I want to but I fear being made a fool of and hurting hip-hop as we know it," she smirked.

"Nah, you've been crushing that song since you first heard it, lets do it," he said and motioned for the band to start it.

Her bassist, Syd, imitated the record scratch and voice in the beginning of the song Alphabet Aerobics as Camille took a series of deep breaths then licked her lips and put them to the mic.

Kilgrave, still in the back, watched interestedly. He was impressed, quite impressed. That wasn't an easy song to take on but...like her band mates said, she crushed it. Once the song was done he clapped loudly, making himself known as he walked up to them.

"Look at you! A bunch of white kids spittin mad rhymes like that...ohhhh does me blood good," he said with a bright smile.

Camille's eyes went wide seeing Zebediah there.

"Did you invite him Cam?" Chris asked as he checked the tuning on his guitar.

She didn't say anything as she hopped off the stage, grabbed Kilgrave by his arm and pulled him back out of ear shot of the band.

"What the fuck are you doing here? I might of been having migraines last night but I clearly remember not giving you the address to our practice spot," she said, having to keep herself from growling.

He yanked his arm away and straightened his nice suit out some, "Ohhh, you are cranky you know that? I found out about this place via the club last night, word of mouth you know."

"Are you stalking me? Just tell me now," she said importantly.

"Stalking you? Oh come on! Did you not see the many beautiful women I was with last night? You'd think I give them all up for a lil tart who's way too old to be trying to make it in the music business? Come on!" he said sourly then cleared his throat. "To be frank I was interested in you. Musicians are usually interesting people and I was...drawn to you after I saw how you carried yourself on and off stage," he said a bit more gently, reaching over to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear.

Camille didn't look impressed but Kilgrave could -feel- something soften up about her aura.

"That's really nice but that doesn't mean you can show up wherever I am...okay? You should go, practices aren't public," she said, turning him around and pushing him out of the room gently.

Kilgrave just smiled to himself, this was all working as he planned. He turned around before she could shove him out of the doors.

"What? What do you want? Want me to say it aloud? That I'm smitten with you?" he asked her then lifted his head up. "Hey! You blokes on stage! I'm smitten with your lead singer!" he yelled out, making the guys laugh.

Camille turned beat red, "You need to go," she said.

Kilgrave put on an adorable little pout, "You don't have to be so cold you know," he said before turning away and stepping out ,closing the door behind him.

Camille rolled her eyes and took a moment to herself, pressing her backside against the door. Kilgrave peaked out the window built into the door and could see her face via a reflection from another window nearby. He watched with delight as her face turned pink due to a blush and she pursed her lips together as if she was suppressing a giggle. Camille then put on a nonchalant face and rejoined her band mates.

Kilgrave turned on his heels, "Chink! Another bit of armor falls to the wayside," he thought to himself as he smirked evilly and headed about his way.