Long notes of music played softly through the room as Alison pressed down random keys. She was sat down at a wooden bench in the middle of a large room that was littered with random items from wooden blocks to large rubber balls. This was the room where some of the minor cases went for therapy. Behind Alison, sitting in a green fold out chair with one leg crossed over the other, was her therapist. His name was Dr. Dotch, he was a around his mid-forties, deep brown hair and eyes that were the same shade as his hair. Dotch tapped his pen against his clip board impatiently. They had been sitting there for a good twenty minutes and had said not one word. He sighed and removed his glasses from the tip of his nose and folded them into his shirt pocket.

"Do you plan on talking anytime soon Mrs. McGrady." He said in a calm voice. Alison said nothing and continued to pres down random notes slowly, she was obviously deep in thought but Dr. Dotch didn't seem to care. "Alison, I would like to know what is on your mind..." Nothing. "I'm here for you- to help you get better." Her hands tensed up, but continued to press down her keys. 'I'm not crazy, I don't need help!' Alison screamed in her mind. Dr. Dotch shifted in his seat, obviously nervous with the silence. He shuffled through his papers attached to the clip board and pulled out four small packets.

"Would you like some actual music to play?" He said in a song like voice as he waved the papers through the air. Alison turned around and stared blankly at him, but got up off the wooden bench. After snatching the papers from his hand she went back to her bench and looked through the papers and pulled one out, tossing the rest onto the floor like they were pieces of trash. Dr, Dotch said nothing and waited for Alison to sit down before speaking. "What did you pick?" He said while clicking his pen, ready to write. Alison unfolded the music and laid it on the piano and played the first few notes. "Berceuse in d flat major op. 57(1) ." The Docter nodded and wrote down a few lines of notes as Alison started to play. When he lifted up his head he asked, "Any reason why you chose this particular piece?" His pen was still pressed to the paper. Alison shook her head slowly. "No reason." She said flatly.

Dr. Dotch stared at Alison's back for a few moments before sighing with slight anger. This session was no different from the rest. Alison would come in, sit at the piano and play a few keys for about twenty of so minutes before Dr, Dotch would say something, he was always the first to talk. He would them hand her music sheets and let her chose the music, it was a way of seeing what she might of been feeling that day. Lastly he would ask her why she chose the music she did but, like always, she would say 'no reason'. It made Dotch mad, sometimes, at how they never got anywhere with these sessions. Today he would ask some new questions.

"Why do you think you are in Arkham?" He leaned back in the chair and crossed his hands behind his back. "I don't belong here." Alison said quietly; pressing down on the keys a little harder to make them louder as Dotch made an annoyed sound. 'Here we go again with the 'I don't belong here' bullshit.' He decided to ask her something that would be impossible to answer with 'I don't belong here'.

"What did you do the night you were taken here?" Alison pressed down on the keys hard to drown out his questions and closed her eyes tightly, not caring if she messed up on the music.

"Why are you here?"

The music stopped. Alison bowed her head over the keys. She wanted to yell out, 'Joker did this! He made me do it, he made me kill!' Her whole body was screaming for her to do it. But in the back of her head, something snapped...

"Batman." She whispered. Dr. Dotch raised an eyebrow and leaned forward. "Excuse me?" He said, not really understanding what Alison had said. "You heard me," She turned her head around and glared at him. "Batman." She spat the name out like it was poison and it made Dotch flinch under her glare. Nonetheless, he glared back. "He is not the reason-" She smashed her fists down onto the keys, silencing him. "Yes he is. He is the one that dragged me into this, who took me away from my future." Alison growled while digging her nails into the white and black keys. She could feel the anger building up inside her, it was only a matter of time before it over flowed.

"You kil-"

"I know damn well what I did!" She yelled; pushing the bench over as she shot up from the seat. Dotch sprang out of his seat to from fear and backed up a bit, but remained straight and tried to keep a brave look.

"You need to-"

"Shut up!" She interrupted and pointed and finger at him. "This talk is over." She said quietly as she walked over and past Dotch to the wall at the other end of the room. On the wall was a small red button, a panic button that doctors used for when the patients got out of control and they needed help. Alison pressed her thumb down on the button and in no time two muscular guards came in and pushed Alison face down into the carpet floor. Alison didn't plan head to fall onto a black though. It smashed right into her forehead and she groaned as pain shot through her skull and faded out into darkness.

Author's (friend) note:

Hello! This is sweet addiction's friend Emma. Addict is currently somewhere in Florida on vacation and sent me this story to post onto fan . She apologizes for the long time it took to write and how, yet again, it is painfully short. She has just had a drain of enthusiasm from to reviews for her story and no complements. Like it says in her profile, she only continues to write if people give her plenty of complements so if you like the story, THEN WRITE A FREAKING REVIEW! If you don't have an account, MAKE ONE AND WRITE A FREAKING REVIEW!!

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