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Who: Luke Triton and Harley Quinn
What: Luke's forced into a therapy session with everyone's favorite therapist/supervillain
Where: Harley Quinn's office
When: June 22nd
Warnings: Conversation could turn a little dark?

[Sup Harly Quinn? After much arguing, pouting, and practically being dragged out the door, there is a Luke in your office. He doesn't look happy to be here, doesn't think he needs to be here. There was nothing wrong with him after all, and as far as he was concerned he was handling his own problems just fine. He didn't need something like therapy, and he most certainly didn't want to talk about his problems to someone he barely knew.

But yet here he was, arms crossed and pouting. Maybe he wasn't acting like a gentleman right now, but right now he just didn't care.]

I don't need to be here, you know.

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[And Harley is dressed up as a doctor again. Because she can pull off professional every now and then.]

Why's that?

[Luke hmpfs and looks away.]

Because there's nothing wrong with me, therefore there's nothing that needs to be discussed.

[Except a whole year's worth of emotional baggage but we can just skip over that part, right?]

Who said there was anything wrong with you?

Er, well no one I suppose. But...isn't that why I'm here?

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Not really.

Sometimes it just helps to talk to people. It doesn't mean there's anything wrong with you.

Did they say why they wanted you to talk to me?

So it's not because something's wrong with me?

[Well that makes him feel a little better.]

Um, I guess it's because not too long ago I remembered everything about my last stay in Mayfield.

Nope!

[Nods when he says that.]

Well that might be it. I've been in Mayfield for....well it'll be three years at the end of the summer. How long have you been here?

I've been here a year before, and then I was droned for a little while, and now I've been here for another year.

So, two years total.

And you just remembered the first time a little while ago. Like, all at once?

[Luke nods.]

All at once. It was awful, having that many memories being forced into your head.

There were so many terrible things that happened when I was first here, and so many people I cared about who are gone now.

Sounds like it would be. A years worth of memory isn't supposed to jump into your head like that.

So you have all these old memories jumbled around in your head? That confusing at all? What's that like?

Of course it's confusing! It's like I was a completely different person back then!

A-and there's people I miss so much who I didn't even know about until a couple months ago and well...I don't know, it just feels like there's two different people in my head now.

Well it is two different people. There's three actually. There's the you that was here before. The you that was here the second time. And the you that remembers both.

It's still you though.

You just need ta' get things sorted out. Get your head in order and all that.

[Three of him, eh? That made three Lukes inside his head right now.]

I don't know if I can. You don't understand, the first time I was here I was...

[He swallows, a little reluctant to explain himself.]

I wasn't much of a gentleman the last time I was here.

What do you mean?

Because the people I lived with were violent and always causing bloodshed, and I didn't do anything to stop it. Even some of the things I did were pretty awful at times.

And yet, for some reason I still miss them. And I couldn't do anything to protect them.

You know, life is funny like that, isn't it. People can do bad things but you can still like them. There's nothing wrong with that.

And missing them. Well if you cared for them, that's gonna happen anyway. No matter what they were like.

Protect them against the town?

Yeah but...there's gone now and I couldn't do anything. And they may not have been good people, but...they tried so hard to protect me and I couldn't do anything in return.

And now I'm never going to see them again.

That's droning though. You have to look at it as something that no one can do something about.

It's sad, but you can't blame yourself, or think you could have done something different, or tried harder and then maybe they wouldn't be gone.....

'cause it's not true.

[Looks over at him.]

Do you think they would want you to blame yourself for something the town did?

No, I guess not. I just wish I could've done something for them in return for all the things they did for me.

Like what?

I don't know. They always protected me from danger, but our lives were always pretty rough from the kind of things Mayfield did.

Yeah, it's annoying like that here.

Well you can't really do anything like that now.....

But you know what. I'm pretty sure they'd be happy with you trying to do your best here. Helping out and trying to escape and things like that.

You could do that for them.

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