Headcanon: How Dr. Misaki Eto Became The Therapist of the Batfamily (and the Justice League)
So, here’s the thing. I wasn’t always the therapist you all know and love—or at least tolerate, depending on how therapy session went today. I wasn’t born ready to talk about trauma, mental health, or the insane emotional weight of being a Gotham vigilante. Nope. Once upon a time, I was just a business school student, with the entire future ahead of me... at least in a suit, calling meetings, and making power moves.
But let’s rewind a bit, okay?
I did start off in business school—surrounded by an entire class of girls who loved to gossip about all sorts of things, except the things that mattered. I couldn’t understand how they were all so—shallow might be the best word. People-pleasers, yes. But also surface-level people-pleasers. Oh, the drama, the gossip... and I thought, well, maybe I should try to be like that. Because I wasn’t a drama person. I’d sit in the back of the class, listening, nodding, trying to get a degree that’d probably put me in a gray cubicle somewhere, crunching numbers and—okay, maybe I was bored out of my mind. There, I said it.
Anyway, someone had to listen to all these people talk about their feelings, and it definitely wasn’t going to be me. I wasn’t that type. Right? Wrong.
A major turning point happened when one of my classmates—let's call her, uh, Linda—had a meltdown about a group project. She started crying in front of everyone, and, like a reflex, I found myself trying to calm her down. I wasn’t sure how it happened, but after a few minutes of awkward silence and trying to figure out what the heck she wanted from me, I found myself just... listening. And not just listening like an awkward fool, but actually offering advice. Good advice. Not the “Oh, everything will be fine!” type of advice, but real, grounded suggestions about how she could approach the situation without feeling overwhelmed.
Linda stopped crying. And then everyone started coming to me with their problems. Eventually, I was the one they’d all talk to after class, not to complain, but to actually work through issues they had. Turns out, I was good at it. Like, really good at it.
But here’s where it gets juicy. Somewhere between that moment and when I was supposed to graduate, I realized business wasn’t for me. I wasn’t about the corporate grind; I was about fixing people, helping them untangle their mess of thoughts. So, I switched gears.
I went to therapy school—no, not exactly a traditional route, but let’s just say I had my connections. You’d think Gotham would have made me cynical, but no, I decided to lean in. And hey, the world of therapy was way more interesting.
I ended up building a small but growing practice, but one day, my luck changed. I was in a café, trying to get some tea and a bit of peace. When, out of nowhere, a guy in a tactical suit and a weirdly intense glare walked in. I thought it was just another Gotham weirdo, but when he started talking to me in the corner, I realized it wasn’t. It was Bruce Wayne. The Bruce Wayne. My first thought? Don’t panic. Don’t say something stupid. He’s probably just here to check on his investments in the therapy industry.
Fast forward through a few weirdly normal but also incredibly awkward conversations, and next thing you know? I’m assigned as the therapist for the entire Batfamily. Of course, I didn’t know who they were—because, you know, superheroes and secret identities. But after my first session with Bruce, I could tell something was off, and that somethingwas what made him... well, a Batman. And that’s where the real work began.
And don’t get me started on why Bruce hired me, but let’s just say he needed me, alright? I didn’t know why he trusted me of all people—me, a business school dropout-turned-therapist who still thought ‘cognitive behavioral therapy’ sounded like a curse word—but there I was, getting involved with Gotham’s worst kept secret.
One thing led to another, and before I knew it, I was giving therapy to Gotham’s most notorious family. Not just Bruce—everyone. Damian, Jason, Dick, Tim... oh god, even Alfred—they all came to me, in one form or another, and each one brought their own... unique challenges. But hey, I’m a people-pleaser at heart, so here we are.
And guess what? I never expected this to turn into a full-blown side job with the Justice League—especially not with the Injustice League involved too. But life’s full of surprises.
So yeah, that’s the long-winded version of how I went from a wannabe librarian to a full-time therapist for Gotham’s finest... and technically the Justice League too. As for my "people-pleaser" tendencies, I’m pretty sure I’ve evolved them into full-blown skills at navigating the emotional labyrinths of Gotham’s finest.
And honestly, the most ridiculous part? I’m kind of proud of how far I’ve come. So here I am, always with a good cup of tea (and cookies—can’t forget the cookies), ready to help all these emotionally broken, stubborn, and just ridiculouslycomplex people navigate their trauma.
But hey, that’s what I signed up for, right?