Author's Note: Firebird belongs to me
This was it, my last interview! I was practically bouncing around my office; I was THAT excited. I managed to calm down when I heard the door open.
A black-haired boy in his late teens wearing a grey and dark blue plaid shirt with a black trench coat over it and dark grey jeans walked in. I went up to him and shook his hand.
"Mr. Nygma-Cobblepot, I'm Dr. Liebermann." I said.
"I guess my dads told me about you." he said with a shrug before taking a seat.
I gave him a slight smile as I turned on my recorder and said, "This is Dr. Miles Liebermann. This is my final interview. The time is 9:15 on November 5. The patient's name is Christian Sean Nygma-Cobblepot, alias Firebird."
"Ask me whatever."
"What was your childhood like?"
"I don't remember much, but when I was around twelve, my biological parents died. I spent majority of my time on the street until my dads found me." he said.
"Do you have a love life?" I asked.
"Well, I have a girlfriend named Hannah. We met while I was in middle school and she's basically the only friend I've ever had."
"How did you get the name Firebird?"
"I like blowing stuff up and The Penguin is one of my dads, it's as simple as that." he said.
"Last question: what's your relationship with Batman like?" I asked.
"Both of my dads don't really like him. Well, my other dad, The Riddler, kind of likes him while his evil split personality doesn't. As for me? I don't really like when he disables my bombs."
I turned off the recorder and showed him the way out.
"Thanks for stopping by, Christian. Tell your dads I said hi."
"Just call me Chris, doctor. Everyone does." he said before leaving.
I squealed in excitement as I finished my last interview. Hopefully, these three sets of tapes help another therapist here in the future…