Deadshot in "Bailing my therapist out of jail"- AU comic script
🔒 Another one inspired by my work life (no, no one yelled at me like this, but the attitude of the customer is inspired by my ex boss' over all attitude)
🔒 Deadshot is in the later segment, but I hope you enjoy this nonetheless! Feedback on my writing, if Deadshot is written well, if Lisa is entertaining enough as a new character... is immensely appreciated.
🔒 Context: (Short version) a (former) psychiatrist and her patient are forced to work together and go on various missions. This scene presents a more "domestic" side of their dynamic.
(Longer version) After screwing up big time at her dream job as a psychiatrist, Lisa tried to distance herself as much as possible from that, now thinking she’s just not made for it. Therefore, she studies something completely unrelated at Uni, related to physics and got a job as a waitress. However, life keeps pulling her back into her old life, when she is blackmailed to come back and have therapy sessions with a new patient/ inmate Deadshot. While there’s been a mutual opening up, these too always manage to get on each other’s nerves.
(Setting: A modest restaurant in Gotham city, where Lisa works. It’s around noon and people working nearby come to have their lunch break here. Most are either in groups bigger or smaller, talking to each other or generally trying to disconnect from the corporate world, by looking out the window or listening to music in their headphones. At one of the tables, there is a young man in a suit, sitting alone with his work all around him, laptop, papers, files. He is talking to someone on the laptop when Lisa approaches him in a rush to leave a menu on his table.)
Guy: Try and assemble more sigils today, please… (doesn’t look away from his work) I don’t need this (handing the menu back to Lisa) The usual…
Lisa (looks at the menu, then at him): I don’t know your usual.
(He lifts his head from his work, studying her for a second)
Guy: Right… burger and a salad. You can tell Betty to bring it, she’s the one usually serving me. She knows my… preferences.
Lisa: There’s no Betty working here.
Guy: So she’s not here today?
Lisa: Not ever. Sir, maybe you got the name wrong…
Guy: Don’t correct me, miss. I’ve been coming here for the past three years and Betty was always serving me… I can see you’re new… so I’ll let it go. Go place my order and ask for her in the kitchen.
(She reluctantly leaves clenching her jaw.)
Guy (back to his work): Yeah, I know, but you’ve been here for a week already, so you should be accustomed to the innerworkings… (whispering) stupid amateurs…
(After some time she comes back with his order, among others. She places his plate in one of the small spots that are not covered with his workpapers.)
Lisa: Betty worked here before me, so it’s still me you’ve got.
(He is still focused on his work, but looks at the plate as it’s placed on his table and then at her.)
Lisa: Enjoy your meal! (She walks off to other tables.)
(He starts eating from his burger, eyes on the laptop. He is in a meeting, so a voice of another person, his superior can be heard from it. She is somewhere in the background.)
Boss: Lemire, you assembled the new sigils badly. They must have this side is upwards while installing them…
(The man swallows fast, tabbing to unmute himself so he can answer.)
Guy: I’m sorry, sir! I’m still trying to get the hang of the new models, they have many differe–
Boss: They’ve been up and running for a week, you should’ve learnt by now!
Guy: I understand! I’m sorry!
Boss: We have to end the meeting, here! It’s noon and I want to eat! Email me other questions you have and I’ll get to–
(From Lemire’s pov, he glances at the bitten burger in his hand. Smacks his lips, then looks at the burger again, with more attention.)
(Everyone around is looking at him. He points out at Lisa)
Guy: You! You come here!!!
(She makes her way to his table, trying to keep her panic under control)
Guy (seething): What is this? (swingles the half of the burger he has left)
Lisa: Y-your order, sir! …is there something wrong with it?
Guy: Something? Yes. There is something wrong with it…
(Complete silence, where he let her figure it out.)
Guy: Pork! It’s pork meat!
Lisa: I’m extremely sorry, sir! I’ll bring you something else–
Guy: You don’t get it, do you? You can’t just bring me something else! I don’t like pork! And you made me eat it!
Lisa: I apologize, but how should I know?
Guy (starts pacing before her): I told you my order–
Lisa: Sir, you didn’t tell me what burger you want, so I assumed you want the classic–
Guy: You assumed? You assumed! What about you stopped assuming, missy, and ask me, next time? Did it get through your head what could’ve happened–
Lisa: Respectfully, sir, you are not allergic or couldn’t eat due to religious reasons. You just don’t like pork! Besides… was it that bad if you already had half of it?
Guy (looks at her a second with big eyes) I wanna talk to your manager! Now! (He takes the plate and smashes it at her feet as she is about to turn and leave). (He rests his arms to the table, panting): Stupid cow! That’s how some are! They don’t get pregnant, they’re gestatin–
(Lisa suddenly grabs him by the neck, pushing him on the window.)
(Later on, she is alone in a cell, behind prison bars. She sits down on a bed, when the cell door slides open before her. We can see a shadow, but not who they are.)
Voice: “We can’t use violence for everything”... “I’m the good psychiatrist, my weapon is my mind” or whatever.
(She doesn’t stand up, she frowns)
Lisa: Out of all people that could’ve bailed me… why did it have to be you?
(Now, we see that it’s Floyd.)
Floyd: What other people? Mommy’s working, daddy’s dead. And the other doesn’t care enough.
(She’s now crossing her arms)
Lisa: Don’t mock me! You don’t know how you would’ve reacted!
Floyd: I would’ve shot him. Easy.
Floyd (waiting by the door): You can come out, now!
Lisa: No. He acted like a jerk! He smashed a plate and called me names!
Lisa: I didn’t try anything– I mean I did, but… I know what I was doing! Like– that I was actually doing it…
(He is lighting up a cigarette)
Lisa: You’re right, I should’ve reacted differently. If only I’d asked and didn’t fuck up his order– I’ll do better next time… But there’s no next time! I fucked up big time…
Floyd: We all wanted to strangle someone at one point. No biggie.
Lisa: My record, Floyd. It will forever be stained! Who’d hire me after this? (she has her knees to her chest and buries her head in her knees)
(He gets inside the cell and sits next to her)
Floyd: He won’t press charges, kid.
Lisa: How can you know? Are the witnesses on my side?
Floyd: No. They weren’t “completely sure what happened”.
Floyd: You’re the shrink. You seriously don’t know the type of person he is?
Lisa: Besides looking to dominate every social interaction?
Floyd: He’s all bark no bite. He won’t do anything. (A close-up to his face as he frows)
Floyd: You won’t gain anything by staying here.
Floyd (inhales the smoke): So… you don’t regret strangling him for the sake of it?
Lisa (lifts her head and looks at him, tired and cried): I… I don’t know… I should though… he was a jerk but he didn’t deserve it… right?
(We are zooming out of the frame. He stretches out on the bed and exhales the smoke.)
