We're all just one big joke.

You always had to have a therapy session. It was compulsory in Arkham to have at least one therapy session with your psychiatrist a day, but there was sometimes these moments when you had to be with a group. A group of psychopaths and sociopaths all in one room, with one Doctor trying to piece them all together.

It was a recipe for disaster and often it always was, with most group therapies ending early due to chaos or a mini riot had begun, depending how quick the guards where to respond.

Now here he was, here they were, sitting round ready for another one of these stupid and quite frankly pointless interviews.

J'J leaned back in his seat, arms cross across his chest as he examined the people he was having this session with.

Luna, thank the lord she was here, Jester, Target, Alice, Enigma, Scorch and Gecko. Looks like they were bringing the kids out of their hiding places today, not that J'J was complaining, he did enjoy their company, most of the time.

A smirk fell on his face slightly, well he enjoyed Luna's company all the time, but that was another matter entirely.

The Doctor came in, he looked like a very up tight individual, constantly trying to keep his hair down and in order. Obviously new to Arkham and trying to make a good impression, well strike one to him then since the people around him didn't look impressed.

"You should smile more, Doc," J'J grinned, startling the Doctor who looked up at him with slight wide eyes. "You look all flustered, it makes work boring ya know, ya need ta lighten up."

"I could help with that," Scorch mumbled, a ever so small smile gracing his lips.

"I don't think he meant that sort of lighting up, Scorch," Enigma butted in, trying to shove her glasses back up her nose. They really were too big for her, she should get another pair, or at the very least some that actually fit.

"Hello," the Doctor began as he finally seemed to be ready to talk. "My name is Doctor Charles, I'll be your psychiatrist for this group therapy session."

"Obviously," Luna muttered with a roll of her eyes.

Jester was sitting crosslegged on her seat and she grinned waving at the Doctor in front of her. "Heya' Doc!"

"Well," the Doctor continued as he flipped through his pages, "Today I wish to talk about your families."

J'J smirked slightly and rolled his eyes. "Ya know, mine is always down the hall, you could chat to my mama right not instead of wasting time up here with us."

"My sis' is in the next hall from mine!" cried Jester.

"As is my brother," Luna stated very mater of fact.

"Yes well," the Doctor pushed up his pair of glasses to the top of his nose. "I wish to get your prospectives of your families. Also I know very many of you do not have family in Arkham."

"I guess being six feet under counts as not being in Arkham," Jester mumbled as she straightened herself out before giggling slightly. "Then again, who am I ta talk, I'm already in hell."

"Miss Turner," the Doctor hissed slightly before sighing. "Well, who of you would like to go first to talk about their families?"

No one moved a muscle.

The Doctor sighed quietly before gesturing to Target. "Conner, what about you?"

Target blinked a few times. "Me?"

"Oh do we have to listen to the scarlet pumpernickel there?" J'J complained. "Target talks out of a hole in his head."

"Like most people do, except I believe it's called a mouth," Luna deadpanned.

J'J felt his mouth twitch upward. "Darling, dearest, my beautiful dark angel I forgot how funny you could be."

"I know, I'm a comedian."

"Okay," the Doctor stated quite loudly before nodding to Conner again. "Please Conner, would you tell us about your family."

"My was forced out of my dad's house, but the guy kept me so he could have someone to fetch his smokes, beer and drugs and so he wouldn't have to move," Target shrugged. "Christmas Eve came, him and his mates thought it would be funny to pick on an eight year old kid, Floyd came and tried to stop them, being a Dad himself, he likes kids and then I killed my dad with his own gun and rest is history."

"That was very vague."

"Not much happened in my life until Floyd took me away from it."

"And your arm?" the Doctor questioned. "That didn't happen in your childhood?"

Target had stiffened, visibly the whole room had stiffened since they all knew the circumstances in which Target had lost his arm and gained the metal one he wasn't aloud to have when he was locked up in Arkham. It made getting dressed and doing normal simple tasks difficult.

Target narrowed his eyes at the Doctor and folded his arm across his chest. "That ain't anything to do with family, so it's of no concern to you."

The Doctor seemed shocked by this turn of events before he turned to Alice. "Alice… what about your family?"

Alice blinked before she smiled at him. "My family are from England, we moved here when I was 6 years old, that's why I have my accent even to this day, good sir. My father worked away often and my mother was a dress maker and she taught me everything I know about sewing. They went out shopping one day but they had an accent and I never saw them again," Alice frowned slightly before she tapped her chin. "Perhaps they fell down a rabbit hole and lost their way in Wonderland, though I haven't see them when I go there."

"Ah…" the Doctor blinked before he shook his head and frowned. "Luna?"

"My parents were both highly religious fanatics about Catholic religion, so as you may assume that doesn't really bode well for your children that look like demons. Jonathan saved both me and Lui from their clutches but not before Lui blew their minds quite literally with his abilities," Luna folded her arms across her chest and glared sternly at the Doctor before her. "Is that all?"

"Ah…" as the Doctor shuffled uncomfortably in his seat before looking down at his notes, then taking a quick glance up at Gecko. "Gecko do you have anything to say about your family?"

Gecko smirked slightly, scaring the Doctors was one of the few things he enjoyed about Arkham, so he naturally answered with. "They tasted nice."

The whole room erupted with laughter, well all the kids were laughing since they knew the truth, which was Gecko's parents were alive and well and were actually very nice individuals who loved their son greatly. The only reason Gecko hated the rest of the world was because the rest of the world hated him fro how he looked.

"Jack?" the Doctor asked directing his attention to Scorch who looked like he wanted to be any where but here.

"I got nothing to say about my family," Scorch mumbled, arms folded even tighter across his chest.

"Nothing at all?"

"What can I say, Doc?" Scorch rasped. "We weren't all that close."

"Enigma?"

The Doctor seemed ever hopeful that one of them would at the very least have a happy ending. Something about loving parents or a tail that didn't involve death in it. Just something.

"Doctor, both of my parents are here in Arkham, surly that answers your question," Enigma stated with a slight smirk. "Or would you like to go down stairs and have a little chat with them? I wonder how my Father would react if I said you touched me?"

Jester giggled. "Good one E', that was comedy gold!"

"Yeah Riddle me-ree!" J'J chuckled ever so slightly. "Didn't realise you had humour in you?"

"If your girlfriend has humour, who is for lack of a better word a gothic sociopath, with a predilection for darkness, then surly I have humour."

"Not always, Enigma," J'J grinned. "Sometimes you're more serious then Luna, that's a feat no one should achieve!"

"Tis not a bad thing to be serious, sometimes it is good to be serious."

"Yeah, but there's something you're all forgetting," J'J grinned at them his voice suddenly taking on a dark turn. "We're all one big joke in this game of ours, so why be serious when you can see the world laughing while it bleeds because it knows in truth that the very thing it's keeping alive is the very thing that is killing it, but it can't get rid of them, since the only way to do that would be to kill itself so instead it endoures the pain that's enough to send anyone crazy."

The room was silent as J'J leaned back and picked at his nails slightly before looking up and grinning at them. "Or so I've heard. But… I think this session has come to an end, don't you Doc? Call a break early?" he stood up and stretched. "Because I don't know about you but I was getting really cramped up in that chair of yours, it really isn't very comfortable at all."

The others grinned and jumped to their feet.

Doctor Charles never came to Arkham again.

THE END.

Note: Sorry this has taken so long to write, but I got back logged with college work and I was also really struggling to come up with an idea for this one and I know this isn't my best work, but its all I could think. Plus we haven't had a group therapy with my OCs so I thought it would be fun.

On another note, if you are interested I have posted a new story called Zugzwang which I hope you guys might take a look at :) Let me know what you think of it, also requests are open as usual and up next we have!

Poor Harley trying to wake up Eddie after an unfortunate defeat at the hands of Catwoman :) If you know what happens at the end of the Catwoman DLC for Arkham Knight you'll know what I mean :P

stay tuned for more and please check out my new story, thanks you guys you are the best! :D