motheroftears24
Darkside Royalty
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(Due to not being an inmate, she is wearing normal street clothes. She is wearing a tight black t-shirt and jeans. Underneath a red lace bra and panties)
I sat in the dayroom in the wing for more voluntary and short term cases wondering about my new psychiatrist. On my third day in, he was fried by the Joker. It did not take long to find another. I did not have to commit a crime to end up in Arkham. It was for my best interest considering everything for me was falling apart. At least in my mind. It all started when I moved against my parents wishes to Gotham City. As much as things went wrong, I don't regret moving considering it meant I was away from them and their constant bitching about how I could make a life in a town that was actually dying out. Shops were closing up left and right which meant there were not very many places to get a job. There were not very many places for entertainment.
Things started out great here. I was on top of the world when I was accepted by the Nursing department at Gotham City University. I even had a boyfriend until I was gangraped by him and his asshole friends after they drugged my drink. It did not knock me out. I could feel and see everything, but could not fight them off which made the experience hellish. I could even see them putting me in the trunk and just throwing me into the ditch like if they threw me away they would get away with it. Sadly, they did considering one of their daddies happened to work for GCPD and decided get rid of my statement as well as lab results from a rape kit they got from the doctor. On that I was at least able to go to Commissioner Gordon and they are looking into it, but until then my now ex-boyfriend and his friends are wandering the streets.
The incident fucked me up considering I began to strangely hear voices. I began hearing my parents telling me that I turned into a whore and how they were right about me moving. I could hear the things my rapists said when they attacked me. I did not want to tell my parents about the rape especially when they started in on me again about moving. I was starting to lose sleep and the stress even affected my grades to the point that I was kicked out of the classes. I tried to get a job and eventually was planning majoring in something else though I had worked so hard to get into the Nursing program. I had studied for a couple years to be head when I started classes. I took a job at Joey's Diner. I was in competition with bitchy waitresses and a boss that did not like to keep his hands to himself which eventually led to me quitting considering I was constantly arguing with them. I had a roommate, but she was no help at all. She was either drugged out of her mind, drunk, or trying to get me laid by any guy that she could find regardless of the incident. I told her that it was going to be on my terms if I got with a guy. Feeling alone, I decided to go to the Gotham City Bridge in an attempt to end it all. As I went to jump, I was caught by Batman himself. He used his grappling gun to catch me before I could fall into the icy water and took me to a private area to talk so that no one would bother. Nothing sexual of course. He asked me why I was trying to end it all.
"I feel alone." I continue, "My parents don't understand that I need my own space. My former boyfriend and his friends are sick motherfuckers who are getting away with what they did to me! I was in a strict program at college that has high expectations in grades and attendance. I failed and was kicked out. I had a shitty job. Things just seem like they are getting worse!"
He told me how it was not worth ending my life over and that there were other opportunities. He told me that if I could get some help that he would talk to Bruce Wayne about me a job at Wayne Enterprises. I promised that I would get the help I needed. I had control over when i got out, so I decided that I would stay in Arkham for a week taking in every group therapy session, private psychiatrist session and whatever they prescribed for me in order to get well for the job.
I watched some tv waiting to be called in for my session. There were old reruns of Tales from the Crypt playing. I was a horror fan which was something my parents did not know. I would watch horror movies at my friends houses when I was younger and we would watch this show. when it came on during sleepovers. Though the old Cryptkeeper's jokes were cheesy. I found myself laughing which was really showing that I was getting back to being in a better mood. One of the nurse's approached me and said that it was time for my appointment. I sighed sadly and left. Dr. Miller's office had been changed in a hurry and I was surprised they were able to get the burning flesh smell out.
I almost went in for my session with him when he was murdered by the Joker. Had it not been for the guards stopping me, I would have almost went to the office. I could smell the odor from outside and started wretching and gagging as was a few other patients. There was even some guards bringing Riddler to the elevator. The guards including Riddler were having the same reaction I was having. Joker was brought out laughing maniacally. I was surprised he did not pass out from how hard he was laughing.
The decor of the office had been drastically changed. The golf memorabilia was replaced by more of a feminine decor. It even had a floral scent. I laid back on the chaise lounge which was not the leather one, but more of a victorian style. It was much more comfortable.
(Due to not being an inmate, she is wearing normal street clothes. She is wearing a tight black t-shirt and jeans. Underneath a red lace bra and panties)
I sat in the dayroom in the wing for more voluntary and short term cases wondering about my new psychiatrist. On my third day in, he was fried by the Joker. It did not take long to find another. I did not have to commit a crime to end up in Arkham. It was for my best interest considering everything for me was falling apart. At least in my mind. It all started when I moved against my parents wishes to Gotham City. As much as things went wrong, I don't regret moving considering it meant I was away from them and their constant bitching about how I could make a life in a town that was actually dying out. Shops were closing up left and right which meant there were not very many places to get a job. There were not very many places for entertainment.
Things started out great here. I was on top of the world when I was accepted by the Nursing department at Gotham City University. I even had a boyfriend until I was gangraped by him and his asshole friends after they drugged my drink. It did not knock me out. I could feel and see everything, but could not fight them off which made the experience hellish. I could even see them putting me in the trunk and just throwing me into the ditch like if they threw me away they would get away with it. Sadly, they did considering one of their daddies happened to work for GCPD and decided get rid of my statement as well as lab results from a rape kit they got from the doctor. On that I was at least able to go to Commissioner Gordon and they are looking into it, but until then my now ex-boyfriend and his friends are wandering the streets.
The incident fucked me up considering I began to strangely hear voices. I began hearing my parents telling me that I turned into a whore and how they were right about me moving. I could hear the things my rapists said when they attacked me. I did not want to tell my parents about the rape especially when they started in on me again about moving. I was starting to lose sleep and the stress even affected my grades to the point that I was kicked out of the classes. I tried to get a job and eventually was planning majoring in something else though I had worked so hard to get into the Nursing program. I had studied for a couple years to be head when I started classes. I took a job at Joey's Diner. I was in competition with bitchy waitresses and a boss that did not like to keep his hands to himself which eventually led to me quitting considering I was constantly arguing with them. I had a roommate, but she was no help at all. She was either drugged out of her mind, drunk, or trying to get me laid by any guy that she could find regardless of the incident. I told her that it was going to be on my terms if I got with a guy. Feeling alone, I decided to go to the Gotham City Bridge in an attempt to end it all. As I went to jump, I was caught by Batman himself. He used his grappling gun to catch me before I could fall into the icy water and took me to a private area to talk so that no one would bother. Nothing sexual of course. He asked me why I was trying to end it all.
"I feel alone." I continue, "My parents don't understand that I need my own space. My former boyfriend and his friends are sick motherfuckers who are getting away with what they did to me! I was in a strict program at college that has high expectations in grades and attendance. I failed and was kicked out. I had a shitty job. Things just seem like they are getting worse!"
He told me how it was not worth ending my life over and that there were other opportunities. He told me that if I could get some help that he would talk to Bruce Wayne about me a job at Wayne Enterprises. I promised that I would get the help I needed. I had control over when i got out, so I decided that I would stay in Arkham for a week taking in every group therapy session, private psychiatrist session and whatever they prescribed for me in order to get well for the job.
I watched some tv waiting to be called in for my session. There were old reruns of Tales from the Crypt playing. I was a horror fan which was something my parents did not know. I would watch horror movies at my friends houses when I was younger and we would watch this show. when it came on during sleepovers. Though the old Cryptkeeper's jokes were cheesy. I found myself laughing which was really showing that I was getting back to being in a better mood. One of the nurse's approached me and said that it was time for my appointment. I sighed sadly and left. Dr. Miller's office had been changed in a hurry and I was surprised they were able to get the burning flesh smell out.
I almost went in for my session with him when he was murdered by the Joker. Had it not been for the guards stopping me, I would have almost went to the office. I could smell the odor from outside and started wretching and gagging as was a few other patients. There was even some guards bringing Riddler to the elevator. The guards including Riddler were having the same reaction I was having. Joker was brought out laughing maniacally. I was surprised he did not pass out from how hard he was laughing.
The decor of the office had been drastically changed. The golf memorabilia was replaced by more of a feminine decor. It even had a floral scent. I laid back on the chaise lounge which was not the leather one, but more of a victorian style. It was much more comfortable.
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