Imagine if you will... Since there's barely ANY evidence that there's even just one therapist for SDN (Mandy, wtf are you doing, ily but PLS these ppl are TRAUMATIZED)
A telepathic therapist (and/or hero, it'd be cool to imagine like what if they end up helping a villain rethink their ways) reader that (only when consented by the patient) can hear the thoughts of people struggling to get the words out. They basically sort through the muddled mess and make things easier so the patient doesn't have to try and verbally express their troubles.
Now, they accidentally end up overhearing some of Robert's thoughts and they just go "You. In my office. Now." cuz it is a MESS in that brain of his.
trauma is different for everyone, no one has the same experiences, and no one has the same coping mechanisms. would you be fired on the spot for using your telepathic abilities to see what’s going inside your coworkers mind? yes, however your boss gave you the okay when she found out you have a degree in psychology. what started with small talks and comfort, turned into full official therapy sessions with tissues and tears.
the easiest one was malevole and golem. they were both the tamest, and least likely to storm out of the room. having individual time with the two, malevola had spoke about how she viewed herself as a whole. she mentioned how it can be hard to find someone who’ll look past her looks, and see her mind. the topic caused a few tears, but she’s a strong woman and appreciated your support. your advice; “rushing into something or someone isn’t the solution. there’s always a time and place, what you could be looking for can stand right in front of you the whole time.” you smiled gently at her as she gave you a neck breaking hug, lifting you up as you pat her back. golem seemed like an open book, but we can never judging things just by their appearances. there was more going on inside his head, he was more then golem, he was bruno. with the same issue as malevola, he wants to be seen more then a big rock man. bruno expressed how basic tasks in life were much harder, he had to find an apartment with a humongous bathroom and big rooms. obviously, that costed a lot of money which was another issue. working at the SDN wasn’t paying much, so he needed to take out loans. his story saddens you, but advice was all you could offer professionally. “we can’t change who we are, the only thing we can control is who we chose to be as a whole. also, i know some good banks if you ever want to switch.” he gave you a back breaking pat on the back as you winced and gave him a goodbye wave.
working your way up, there was going to be harder cases. blonde blazer herself, was one of them. you managed it trick her into thinking this was a normal meeting, until she saw the soft smile, the one you used to stay professional when having therapy sessions. she cracked easily, she always does. that was her issue, she didn’t like how emotional she was as a hero. mandy had a drinking problem, you’ve seen the way she can easily down pure alcohol, her tolerance was amazing but concerning. you mentioned the drinking, her response; “i stopped, i don’t go the bar regularly as much anymore. but when i get home, i don’t know what to do with myself.” you hummed, placing your hand on top of hers before trying to make her feel better. “an addiction is still an addiction, you’re sick mandy. yet you still manage an entire office, and multiple teams. my only suggestion is you find what makes mandy, mandy. i’m not talking about blonde blazer, but what do you as a person like to do for fun? and don’t say drink.” she smiled at the end, before pausing and mumbling— “i used to paint.” you smile, “go paint mandy, and show me what you made when you’re done. don’t rush, i want to see your skills and creativity.” for the first time in a while, she stepped foot inside an art supplies store and bought a canvas. coupe seemed to herself, but that’s how she grew up. she was hidden away until needed for a mission or assassination. she never got to have the normal childhood, so when you had finally been able to catch her in the conference room alone, she attempted to make a joke. “what now? are you going to try and use your stupid mind tricks on me?” she scoffs, you sat in a nearby chair and looked up at her. she noticed the calmness in your voice as you asked, “coupe what makes you think i’d force you to do anything?” she hesitates, you take note of how she responds before continuing. “was that how you grew up?” coupe stayed silent, and that’s all you needed. in the end, she requested for more sessions. it broke your heart having to hear her story, you knew she was destined for greatness, she just needed to believe it herself first.
a packet of cocaine was what made you sit sonar down in the conference room. you were slightly nervous but not too nervous that you couldn’t do the session. he sat with his arms crossed, his ears twitched as he snarled— “look, doctor i don’t need therapy. i’m way beyond that and you know it. so let’s all just mark this as complete so i—“ he spent the next half an hour crying into his hands. he hiccuped and rubbed his nose before mumbling; “and fucking markus sebastian grayson had bullied me since the second grade. that asshole, and when i got into harvard he got into a community college, that stupid bitch! he even had the nerve to say we were close, WE WERENT CLOSE.” sonar sobbed as he slammed his head into the table. you nod slowly, rubbing his back as he continued to sniffle and sob. taking his hand, you rubbed the top of it before offering him a kind smile. “do you feel better talking about it?” his iris were big and round as he gave you a big hug, getting his tears and snort on your neck and shoulder. you groaned quietly as you rubbed his back, hearing praises and ‘thank you!’ you even felt a few kisses on your cheek and neck as you tried to push him off. you sent a message to mandy that sonar was currently koala attached to you, so you’d need extra time with him. flambae had his arms crossed, he glared dead at you as he scoffed. he wasn’t going to give in, and you knew that. that’s exactly why you gave him tea to help relax him, and he looked visibly more calm then usual. he still held up those walls, you began. “chad, is there a reason to why your so harm and closed off form others?” he smirked and continued to cross his arms, “you ain’t getting shit from me, so i suggest you write me down as fine or i swear to fucking god i’ll—“ five hours, thirty-two minutes and three seconds was by far the longest session you’ve had. there was a deeper side to flambae, to his sexual orientation, to how he grew up. he didn’t hate his parents, he just wished they took the time to understand that this was who he was. he knew he wasn’t taking part in his traditions, but his parents made it so much harder to be himself. he revealed that the first time he talked about having kids, his mother gave him a weird look. he knew she was more traditional then his father, but he’ll never forget how she looked at him. you offered him a smile, then suggested he should visit you more to have another session. he agreed, before walking out he gave you a shy ‘thank you.’ then walked out of the conference room.
prism was the hardest, she had a constant attitude, but she was also reasonable. on her terms, she agreed to this sessions only if you provided her with certain items you don’t want to name. the two of you sat down, she sat and looked you up and down then grumbled— “get started bitch. therapy my troubles away.” this was probably going to be longer then flambaes session. “i never had a dad, and it hurt my mom a lot. i grew up with people saying i was a daddy’s girl, and i never truly understood what that meant. i think they only meant that i looked just like him, maybe that’s why my mom struggled to look at me.” she crossed her, continuing to speak; “money got tight the older i got, so i had my own ways to help out. i smuggled drugs, and eventually i fell into that life. yeah, i did become a soundcloud artist but that career did take off. i just didn’t realize what i was getting into by joining the music industry. i used to check in with my mom, but she doesn’t keep contact much. i hope she can see that im at least trying to change.” you nod in response, lowlife avoided eye contact before you opened your mouth. “i don’t see your dad or your mom, i only see you. i didn’t grow up how you did, but i understand that you did what you had to in order to survive. no one’s shaming you alice, but eventually we need to let go of things in the past in order to move forward.” her eyes watered, rubbing her eye then checking her camera to see if her mascara smudged. ‘thank god for waterproof mascara..’ she muttered before giving you a half sincere thank you and apology for being rude in the beginning. alice invites you to her shows, hoping that the support can help her move forward. that’s all she needed in life, to have someone to fall on to when she trips, and you are there to catch her. waterboy didn’t think he had any problems, but that didn’t stop him from still going to these mini sessions with you. almost immediately as he sat down and gave you a stuttered greeting, you smiled before saying— “you have a confidence problem, i don’t think it’s a stutter.” he flushed a bright red before trying to correct you, and eventually gave up and heard you out. “it’s the way you carry yourself herman, or ‘hermy.’ you try to make yourself seem smaller in order to avoid conflict, and it’s worked for you. but i believe you can be more then another person in a room.” that made herman crack, and he began to tear up before they fell. he sniffled and rubbed his nose, before agreeing. “i-i just.. didn’t want to be a p-problem.. d-doctor..” you pull a hand up, “that’s not necessary, don’t worry. however, you aren’t a problem, this is exactly what i meant by having confidence issues. you’re quick to blame yourself.” herman looked at you, getting more and more wet and drenching his seat as his tears continued to pour down. “i’m assigning you homework, try and be more confident around others and we’ll see where it takes us from there.” he nodded before giving you a very wet hug, you continued on with your day drenched.
punch up was honestly a wildcard. you could never tell with him, but you tried regardless. he sat up, trying to seem taller as he eyes you. “aye, do y’know how much time i have for me break? i’d appreciate a quick ‘yer dewing good’ and i’ll be on ma way.” you sigh softly before crossing your arms, “i honesty don’t have much feed back for you, you’re right on one thing.” he looked proud, he tried to hop off the seat before you pull out your hand. he stops his tracks before turning to you; “however, don’t forget there is much more then being big or small. there’s an in between everything in life, maybe sure to experience that.” he didn’t even know what you meant, but he’ll find out soon. invisigal made it clear she didn’t want your help, blazer had to step in and remind her it was mandatory sessions. she sat in the corner of the room, an angry and annoyed expression on her face as she pulled out a cigarette to smoke in the room. she wanted you to give up on her, like other did in her life. you sat down in front of her, and pulled out a few rocks. she placed her boots on top of the table, and watched you. “what? you gonna make me count pebbles now? jesus christ doc, this isn’t the second grade.” you stayed silent until you grouped up the rocks. “this is you,” placing on single rock up front. “and these are the people important in your life. notice how everyone is around each other? well, what happens if a rock kicks the other.” you grabbed a pebble before making it hit another rock, forcing the rock to go flying. “and kicked another, then another.” she watched, how quickly the pebble was isolated from the others because it had literally kicked the other rocks out of its life and bubble. she scoffed, you didn’t acknowledge her complete lack of attention and continued— “you push others away courtney, like right now. you pretend not to care but you really do. this is a coping mechanism you’ve made in order to protect yourself, and hurt others instead. pushing people away makes you lonely in the end.” she rolled her eyes, “and what’s your magical advice for this one doc?” you sigh softly. “i want you to open up, and be more open minded.” she paused, courtney saw the sincerity in your eyes and voice, the way you spoke seemed like.. you actually did care about her. she stayed quiet, before nodding. her homework was trying to be more nice to others, and be more social.
robert roberson III has got to be one of the most hard headed, in denial patients you’ve ever treated. he claimed to never have the time, which is true because dispatching a team isn’t easy nor does it give you enough time to have long breaks. that’s why he was shocked to find you sitting in his apartment with the lights off, which nearly gave robert a heart attack. he was forced into sitting down on the floor with you, both of you in the same level. you smile before crossing your legs, and beginning. “you’re probably wondering why i’m here.” “noooooo!” he scoffed and gave you a sarcastic remark. you watched him before he muttered an apology. “i can’t give you a proper diagnosis, but there’s a lot going on inside your head robert. you seem to put others on a pedestal and give them more attention then yourself. this worries me, and other people.” he hummed; “did your abilities tell you all that?” “no it’s just really obvious, your body language says a lot.” he straightened up, instead of slouching he sat up. “that’s a very good example, you fix yourself once someone points out something you think is a flaw. do you care what others think?” he paused, “no i don’t, i think that..” he stuttered, trying to figure out a good lie. “robert, this isn’t something you can easily lie about.” he groaned, remembering you can see his thoughts. this was going to be a very long night, but it’s a good think you had tissues, tylenol and texted blazer you two wouldn’t be at work tomorrow.
the Z-team has a newfound respect for you, and some even began to hangout after work with you. the comfort you held was something that they all desperately needed after all these years of being on edge. some needed a parent, others needed a guide while some needed a partner. you were happy to provided if it meant being able to fix them all or lift up the guilt some may hold deep inside themselves.
“make love, not felonies.”
a/n: long fic to make up for the lack of posts ;3
