Chapter 32:

Chapter 32:

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[David Lance POV]

[Three weeks later.]

After my psychic episode in the Bat Cave, Dinah made the decision to send me to therapy to help me heal, a decision that Batman and Oliver more than approved of.

My therapists being Diana Prince, better known as Wonder Woman, and J'onn J'onzz, better known as Martian Manhunter. According to Dinah, Oliver, and Batman himself, they would be the best to help me through this.

I wasn't particularly happy about this.

I just wanted to forget most of what had happened, not talk about it.

"David," Diana of Themyscira sighed, giving J'onn J'onzz a look. "You need to talk about what happened. You ignore your feelings, your stress, just because you don't like dealing with it. Bottling your emotions will only damage you more in the end."

I need to talk about what happened? What a poor choice of words

~I'm fine really for the most part at least,~ I replied, giving her a tired smile. ~Sure, I got some mental scars from my battle with The Joker, but I know myself, and I know what I need, and that's time~

I wasn't sure if I believed that anymore to be entirely honest. All I knew was that I wanted to be left alone for a bit, to gather my thoughts.

"David, you have been through a lot, in a short period of time," J'onn said, his eyes on me. "In less than a year, you have experienced two life and death situations. Keeping the aftermath of both experiences to yourself all in an attempt to avoid being vulnerable. David, being vulnerable does not equate to being weak, it means you acknowledge your own feelings so that you can move past them..."

I hated when people made sense. It made me feel irrational. It's funny, really, a part of me really wanted the help, while another kept saying I would be okay on my own. It was like my own brain was having a debate, and I was somehow losing, even though I was on both sides of the debate.

"We want to help you. But we can only do so if you allow us to help you," Diana added with a soft smile, her eyes begging me to open up.

I sighed, eyes looking down, ~I I guess I'm just afraid to admit there's something wrong with me~

"There's nothing wrong with you! What you are experiencing it's normal, trauma is normal, but if left untreated, unchecked, trauma can have a lasting impact on how your body responds to stress. This can affect your social, emotional, and physical development down the line," Diana replied, placing a reassuring hand on my shoulder.

Mister J's eyes, they had never looked at me like Black Bolt's beautiful eyes, they had never looked at me as if I was the only thing that existed under the whole wide world, no those eyes only existed for Bats, not me.

Mister J's eyes had never beheld me with such burning intensity.

No one had.

But him

Black Bolt.

His eyes as he was beating me, his gaze, they existed only for me.

Only for me.

Mister J never loved me, didn't he?

His heart belonged to Batsy, not me.

That look full of burning intensity, of heart-melting madness, of unwavering passion, just for me, made me realize that Mister J had never or would never see me like that.

"Don't worry Harley, we will be out of here in no time, that's a Joker's promise! isn't that right doctor?" Mister J laughed, giving the doctor pushing him a look.

I guess Ivy was right.

I guess everyone was right.

I just didn't want to see it, because I thought I was right about pudding.

But he wasn't my pudding.

I was afraid to admit it.

To accept it, to embrace it.

But it is what it is.

Sometimes you just have to accept the truth, and stop wasting your time on the wrong people, what can ya do about it?