Nurse Darrow walked through the various security gates with Dick stumbling along after her; the constant supply of drugs really messed with his coordination and clouded his min. The pair arrived to the common room doors Darrow turned to face the wall next to the door,
"Taking patient B587 for treatment."
She does know that she is talking to a wall, and they think I'm crazy. To Dicks surprise the wall moved, revealing a long corridor with several doors, and at the other end the black haired guard from his first day waited for them. Nurse pulled Dick along with her into the hallway, once they step in the wall closed shut behind them. locking them in. Dick noticed that each door is made with thick metal and had massive lock on the outside. The corridor was poorly lit compared to the rest of the "hospital" giving it a looming feel to it. Dick couldn't help but to notice the dirt and grime that caked the walls, Dick looked closely and also noticed scratch marks decorating the walls, some even looked like fingernail marks. That's not a good sign. Lots in thought Dick bumped into Nurse Darrow how stopped at the final door, without a moment's hesitation the black haired guard punched Dick in the stomach,
"Watch where you are going freak!" The man turned to Darrow "The doc is ready for him whenever."
"Thank you Clive," she pushed open the door and addressed Dr. Grove "Patient B587 is here sir."
"Bring him in"
Clive shoved Dick, still holding his stomach from the blow, he continued to lead Dick into the room and forced him to sit into a chair. Dick glared up at the man, upon looking up he took in his surroundings. He sat in clean and bright office; Dr. Grove was sitting in front of him at a large wooden desk reading over some papers, but other than the papers the desk was bare, same went for the walls no books for degrees. Nothing that can become a weapon to be used against them.
"Thank you Miss. Darrow and Clive but if you could please prep Richards room, I wish to have these sessions alone with the patient," Dr. Grove had yet to look up from his papers. The two employees turned to leave the room but Clive added before closing the door,
"Just call if he starts any trouble doc," closing the door behind him. Dick noted that this was the first room he had been in that didn't click with a lock.
"How have been your first few days back in reality Richard?" Dick snapped his head to face Dr. Grove how was patiently waiting with his hands clapped together for Dick to answer.
"I don't belong here I want to go home," Dick tired his best to sound calm and sane.
"You are home Richard, but we plan to rehabilitate you so you can build a new home with the rest of society,"
"I don't need to be rehabilitated," Dick crossed his arms in protest.
"The more you fight me Richard the longer this process will take, is this what you want?"
"No," if Dick couldn't get out on his own terms them he would have to settle on getting out on their terms, as much as he hated it, it was his plan B.
"Good! Now then let's start will talking about this "family" of yours, and try to break down why your mind depended on them "
"…" Dick refused to talk.
Dr. Grove cleared his throat, "Let's start off easy, tell me about Damian"
"He is my littlest brother, biological son of Bruce," Dick gave the Doctor the Bat-glare.
"According to your records he is the current Robin," Dr. Grove read off the sheet of paper in front of him, "how does that make you feel to be replaced for the third time? Are you mad?"
"Huh? No I'm not mad at Damian, I love him even tho he doesn't show it often he loves me too."
"It says here that Damian is an ill tempered and violent child, I believe that you created Damian to match the emotions you feel towards him. You are angry with him for being closer to Bruce and taking your place."
"No I don't hate Damian – "
"Or he reflects you as a child once you lost your parents before you lost your mind, that's why you are so kind and patient with him, you want to help your past self-"
"Enough! Can we please move away from Damian?" Dick didn't like him talking trash about Damian.
"Okay how about Timothy?"
That's no better. Dick sighed"My second youngest brother, adopted by Bruce when he was 11 after his mother was killed and his father was sent to prison."
"Timothy is the most reasonable and loving brother of the three, why do think that is Richard?"
"That's just who Tim is, he is comfortable with sharing his emotions and is level headed," Dr. Grove took down a few notes on the paper in front of him.
"I believe that he represents the child you wish to be, he seems to be almost too perfect."
"That's Tim", Dick stated proudly
"How did it make you feel when Tim replaced Jason as Robin so shortly after his death?"
"I was concerned, I didn't want history to repeat itself," why am I telling him this? Stupid drugs I can't think clearly.
"No anger, no mistrust, nothing…"
Dick had a moment of hesitation, "No." He took down more notes.
"We'll come back to that….. but his brings me to Jason, it looked like he is your murderous representation of yourself. And your resent actions to help him return to a normal life is your mind healing its self."
"…" Dick didn't want to slip up again and tell the Doctor he would regret.
"And once AGAIN how did it make you feel that Bruce replaced you with Jason so quickly after you quit being Robin?"
"I love Jay-" Dick was getting mad again, he hated his man.
"Did it make you feel replaced? Unworthy? Betrayed? Worthless? Insignificant? Unfit? Worn-out? Irrelevant? -"
"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! STOP TALKING!" Dick stood up from the chair and slammed his fist on the desk.
"Hit a nerve did we?" Dr. Groove grinned, raising an eyebrow
"Fuck off," turned away from the man.
"That's enough talking for today Richard, time for phase two, CLIVE!" The door swung open Clive rushed in and pulled Dick by his injured arm into the hallway and started to work on the lock 3 doors down. Dr. Grove silently followed behind them.
The door opened Clive shoved Dick in the room, the men followed, closing the door shut behind him with a click. The room held a table with restraints on them, sitting next to the table was a large machine with various wires sticking out of it; Nurse Darrow was playing with the dials on the machine.
"What the hell is this?"
"This is your treatment Richard, ECT"
"ELECTROSHOCK?"
"That's correct Richard"
"No way in hell!" Before Dick could protest further Clive grabbed both of Dicks arms pinning them behind his back pulling him toward the table. "GET OFF ME!"
Dick kicked in the air trying to unbalance the man dragging him, but the drugs in his system slowed his movement making them sloppy and couldn't get the momentum. Dr. Grove joined in at this moment holding Dick's legs, bringing Dick to the table. As much Dick struggled it didn't stop Nurse Darrow from wrapping the chains around Dick's wrist and ankles. Additionally a leather strap secured Dicks thighs, shoulders and head in place.
Dr. Grove came into Dick's field of view, "Now Dick repeat after me. My name is Richard Grayson I killed 9 men, and I went insane. I created a family in my head, Bruce Wayne isn't my adoptive father, Jason isn't real, Timothy isn't real, Damian isn't real, none of it is real."
"Fuck you," spat Dick.
"Very well,… Nurse." A rubber plug was rammed into Dick mouth; he could feel some type of jell being rubbed onto his temples. The conductors where placed on his temples. Nurse Darrow warmed up the machine, the electric charge built up, it buzzed around the room.
"Last chance Richard."
Dick stayed unmoving refusing to comply with the man. Tho he looked calm and collected on the outside, Dick's heart was thundering in his chest.
"Commence with the treatment"
For a moment nothing happened, until Dick heard a small click. A burning white pain shot through Dick's body. Dick forgot where he was, and who he was fighting for, all that he was aware of was the pain. It felt as if his chest was about to explode and his eyeballs where melting inside his skull, pain was everywhere, it felt as if it would never end. When it stopped, his mind felt like liquid and his body buzzed with pain. Dick was dully aware of shifting positions, he thought he heard someone talking to him but he couldn't grasp it. He felt something being put on him, and the feeling of being constricted and trapped flowed over him, he tired to protest but only a soft grunt came from his lips. Dick was so unsure to where he was and what was happening around him.
Dr. Grove walked into Dick's cell; he lay on the bed in his straight jacket staring blankly at the wall, while drool escaped his mouth to run down the side of his place. His ankles where bleeding from the chains cutting into his skin during the ECT, if you could see his wrists they too were probably bleeding. Dr. Grove pulled out a needle and injected it into Dicks neck, the Doctor looked up to the camera in the room "Play it."
The room filled with Dr. Grove's voice, "My name is Richard Grayson I killed 9 men, and I went insane. I created a family in my head, Bruce Wayne isn't my adoptive father, Jason isn't real, Timothy isn't real, Damian isn't real, none of it is real. My name is Richard Grayson I killed 9 men, and I went insane. I created a family in my head…"