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Chapter 2

Dr. Quinzel noted Edwards apparent discomfort as he didn't sit still longer than a couple seconds at a time. "I wanted to start off with simple word association. Just say whatever words come to mind no matter what they are."

Edward already didn't like this game, it undermined his intellect. " pink channel hairspray lipstick Chihuahua mini skirt... I figured I'd say some words you might actually be able to grasp for starters doctor... nail polish, wax, cheerleading, tanning."

Dr. Quinzel disregarded this minor insult as stress on his part, "You may say any words that come to mind whether or not you think I'm able to grasp them."

Edward didn't like it when people didn't react to him, it made him feel a sense of defeat and that was something he didn't want. He decided to play along, and perhaps call her out on something later. " fire, ventilation, restraint, Lysol, bats, lab, neuroscience, philosophy, geometry, conundrum." These were all words that swarmed his brain most days.

"Good." She wrote a few notes on the clipboard before reaching into her desk.

Edward watched as Dr. Quinzel pulled out some white cards. "Next I want you to tell me what you see in each of these." She set on his side of her desk six inkblot tests.

Looking up at with complete lack of amusement, Edward stared for a second, "You really want to know what I see?"

"I do." She nodded watching him.

Edward looked at the inkblot tests. "I see ink on a plane white card. Next!"

Dr. Quinzel smiled a bit, "Yes, I expected this, Edward. Look at the shapes and tell me what you see."

"Doctor, this is a waste of my time. This won't tell you anything about me. One couldn't comprehend a mind like the one inside of my cranium... it would take one with the same brain to even come close." He furrowed his brows looking at her pointedly.

"The inkblot test isn't used to gather insight, Edward. I suppose you're already comfortable, so let's continue." She decided putting the cards away.

Edward watched her pull his file from her drawer and open it up. She glanced it over curiously. "

"Now that's just rude doctor. You should really have read my file before I came here. That's rather unprofessional of you." He leered.

"I've read it over multiple times Mr. Nigma, I just wanted to double check something..." She looked over his medication chart for a moment before looking back up at him.

He fidgeted a few more times feeling as though the room was on fire. "You're on Paxil." She said as if it were a question of authenticity.

Edward looked at her, "Yes, and I want off." He glared, "I don't need medication."

"I'll be the judge of whether or not you need to be on medication, but overall it doesn't seem like Paxil is helping you any. It seems to be making you irritable..." She trailed thinking, "I'm taking you off all your medications it for a week so I can reassess you."

He couldn't argue with that part at least. "Good." He shifted again.

"I know you don't like the straight jacket, but if you continue to keep control I'll eventually let you come to a session without it." She told him.

"Dr. Spencer never let me have a session without it." He looked at her, "He always thought I'd throw another chair at him."

Dr. Quinzel didn't appear as amused as he was, "I'll see how you behave. It doesn't seem like Dr. Spencer knew how to handle patients. Let's see if I can actually help you."

"No one can help me, because I don't need the help." He kept telling her.

She ignored this, "I think that'll be all for today Edward. You should get some rest. Guards! It's time to take him back!" She called.

The two from before came in and removed him from the chair, leading him out. "Take care Edward." She bid him.

He said nothing, very angry to be in the hands of the two goons. They shoved him into his cell again, and locked the door leaving him in his straight jacket. "Take me out of this thing!" He yelled through the bars.

"I demand to be out of this straight jacket at once!" He yelled angrily.

"Shut it Nigma before we leave it on tomorrow too!" The guard at the end of the hall called.

His arms felt numb, and he couldn't stand the feeling. "How can I sleep if I'm this uncomfortable! You tell me that!" He yelled angrily.

The guard walked over and whacked the bars with his baton. "That's enough Nigma, you either sit down and shut up or I'm hauling you off to solitary. Got it?" The guard glared at him.

Edward growled and lie down on the cot on his back. He stared at the ceiling for hours wishing the time would just pass by. He felt crazier now than he had when he arrived in Arkham. Dr. Quinzel was likely correct, it was his medication making him uncomfortable.

He had to give her credit for actually trying. She genuinely seemed to care. He'd give her a bit more of a chance, but he wouldn't hold back if she disappointed him. After all, he didn't expect anyone to be able to help him.

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