Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN 'TEEN TITANS' NOR ANY OF IT'S CHARACTERS, NOR AM I MAKING ANY MONEY FROM THIS
Note: I am from the UK so some spelling may be different, however, it is correct for my language and country. Thank you.
A Year of Drabbles - Teen Titans Edition
Leoanda Taylor
Shop Talk (Asylum AU)
A part of the 'healing' process included sitting in group session and discussing their feelings.
Richard had always hated it, and was grateful when his friends spoke for him. Even if none of them were real. He still couldn't really tell if they were just in his head or not, but if he was honest with himself, he didn't actually care.
"So! How is everyone today?" the psychiatrist asked, smiling as warmly as she could.
"The same as every other day we've been here, Doc," Garfield grinned back, slumping back into his chair.
"Okay... well.. why don't we continue where we left off last week," she nodded to a young woman across from her, hoping the young woman would start speaking.
"Why are you actually here?" Raven asked Garfield, speaking for the first time that day.
"What do ya mean?"
"I mean: why are you here. There's nothing wrong with you," she pointed out.
It was true, Richard conceded, Garfield was the most normal person here. With the exception of his occasional over-excitement, there didn't appear to be anything wrong or different about him. He was sane.
"Of course there's something wrong with me," Garfield replied seriously. "There's something wrong with everyone. As for why I'm here? My adopted parents think I'm insane."
"You don't seem insane to me," Victor piped up, using his hand to motion to the younger teen.
"Thanks! So, what are you guys in for?"
"Body dysmorphia," Victor replied.
"I don't believe that I was born human," Kori admitted. "I feel like I was born on a planet, very far away."
"I'm a quiet Goth. My mother thinks I'm going to kill myself," Raven sighed, shaking her head like it had been an old argument that she had somehow lost.
"Schizophrenia," Richard put in his two cents.
"Excuse me?" the psychiatrist asked.
"I'm supposed to have schizophrenia," he repeated.
"I know. Would you like to discuss it?"
"Not really."
It wasn't until he was lying in bed trying to sleep that he realised that Garfield still hadn't answered the question.
Leoanda: All prompts, themes and pairings welcome!
