Duela Dent // JD

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Subject:	They're Coming to Take Me Away... (Haha)
Time:	04:08 am

"I'm telling you, I used to be a Titan," Duela snapped to the doctor. After trying to escape and getting caught thrice, she was moved to a higher security level of the Nut House. The kind where they kept your hands tied up when you got to talk to a shrink. They had also washed off and taken away all her greasepaint so instead of having snow white skin like Dad's she looked like some normal little girl. She hated it.

"Yes, you mentioned that," the doctor said drolly, flipping through his notes. "Along with being from an alternate dimension and being a super hero there before something blew up and sent you here. And now you're sitting here claiming it's 1998."

"Well, it was three days ago. Funny story, I seemed to have tripped and fallen through time," she said, twisting her wrists in the bindings. They did it in the front, which really was stupid if you thought about it. A little contortion went a long way.

"Well then, why don't you start at the beginning. We're only trying to help you-" the doctor paused to check the chart for her name, "JD? What's your real name. We can't help you if you don't tell us your real name."

"Daffy Duck," Duela said with a thin smile. "And of course you realize, this means war."

The doctor blinked a bit and sighed, "We're just here to help you, JD. We can't do it if you're not honest with us."

"If by helping me you mean you want to medicate me to the gills and stuff me in a closet than you can go shove that clipboard down your throat," she snapped. She was still working on her wrists, the doctor didn't even notice. People, normal people, could be so blind. Like lambs to the slaughter, Dad used to say, and say it sadly. To do what had to be done, you had to be the black sheep. The lemming willing to walk away from the cliff and face the unstoppable force that sent you there in the first place.

Silly string was great for this. Even more so when it popped, exploded and caught fire. Snap-dragons, fake hand cuffs, seltzer water and flowers that shot gas were the tools of the trade. Among many other things. Now that she remembered... she missed her parents so much. And they likely thought she was dead.

It must've broken her mom. Even though they didn't raise her per say, Mom had always dropped by with gifts and smiles and laughs. Dad in tow when they could manage it. But that life forced you to live underground. Here... Mom and Dad wouldn't know what to do here where they could walk right out in the light and not be hunted just for doing the right thing.

"I see you haven't been taking your medication," the doctor's voice broke in on her thoughts.

"What was your first clue?" Duela said with a grin.

"When you spit it at the orderly and hit him in the forehead."

She grinned, "Yeah, that was funny. He was a pansy. Ran away crying like a little girl."

"You have to take the medication," the doctor said firmly. "It's going to help you."

"Help me what? Be a brain dead little bed zombie? Sorry. Not my idea of a good time," Duela said and meant every word of it. Just another minute, and she'd be out of these damn restraints.

"And what is your idea of a good time?" The doctor said.

"Well, a good fist fight, for one," she said turning her eyes towards the plain white ceiling. "Having someone who actually listens to me would be nice," she said.

"Well, let's see," the doctor said and started flipping back through papers, "According to this you've told your first doctor - who now refuses to be left alone in the same room with you by the way - that you're really from an Alternate Dimension where some version of the Joker and Harley Quinn are your parents," he flipped through more pages, "After taking down some sinister machine for, what was it... ah yes, The Crime Syndicate of America-"

"That's Amerika," Duela corrected.

"That's what I said," The doctor said dryly.

"With a 'K.'" She pointed out.

The doctor just gave her a dry look, "Moving on... you were flung into this universe where you became a Titan. Until they disbanded. And then tripped and fell through ten years winding up right here when your ranting and raving scared patrons of a local mall. And where you attacked a security guard with..." he flipped through his notes again, "ribbon toys?"

"Yeah, the kind you twirl around your head that are normally bright colors. The kind they make little kids do gymnastics routines with," she explained. It had been way too easy to use two of those to tie up the guard who had jumped her first. Apparently he thought she was a villain. What was it with people?

"Indeed," the doctor said, and didn't seem to notice her hands were now very free, though she kept them close together for now. "And do you know how all that sounds?"

"Crazy," Duela said happily, "It sounds pretty damn crazy. Off the rocker. Flown the Coup. One over the cuckoos nest. Zany. Bonkers. Eccentric. Madcap. Screwy. Bizarre. Over the top. Messed up. Like I have bats in the belfry," she said leaning back in the chair, one arm over the back and the other hand pointing at him as she winked and smiled.

The doctor paled and hit a button, which Duela had been counting on. Windows in this place were sealed if she wanted out... she had to go out the front door. "How did you...."

The door opened and security came in, "No time to explain Doc. Gotta go. No beating this Waskly Wabbit today," and she was a flurry of action. She sprang up from the chair, tipping it to the floor and jumping from it on to "Contestant number one! How are you?" she said brightly as she tackled the guy, elbow going right to his neck robbing him of breath. "You don't look so good, so we'll have to move on to your life-partner, Contestant number two! Who enjoys skin grafts, kayaking and licking the lint from belly buttons," she said flipping in and sweeping low, knocking him to the ground.

From there she sprang for the door and started running down the hall. She never thought nuthouses really had alarms in them until she had heard them go off the first time she had tried this. This would be attempt number four.

It was almost like music to her ears. More of security and more of doctors, nurses and orderlies came running her way and she flipped up, using the light fixtures to swing about like a monkey, doing back flips and somersaults and using men and women as spring boards and was close, so close to the door, when she felt something sting her in the neck.

"Awww nuttbunnies," she muttered as she fell. Tranqs. Nothing quite so good at stopping a girl in her tracks as a tranq.

When she came to, Duela was in a padded cell. Ah, home sweet home. It was always hard to tell where the doors were in these things but she opted for the piece of wall with a little bit of window like plastic looking out. It took her about two minutes to get out of the straitjacket and start pounding on the door.

"I'm not kidding! I used to be a Titan! Call them if you don't believe me! Nightwing can vouch for me! Wonder-Girl, Aqualad, Kid Flash, hell even Speedy! Get one of their useless asses on the phone and they'll prove I'm right!" she shouted, her voice almost raw. "Just tell 'em JD's on the phone! Someone there will vouch for me!"

The little window vent thing slid open and someone was on the other side. FINALLY.

"So, you're a Titan," the orderly on the other side snapped, "Yeah. I'll call and check on that right away," sarcasm was dripping from his voice, "Because we all know they attack hospital staff and jump mall security and that they claim to be related to insane felons."

"Where I come from, The Joker isn't a felon! I swear, just call them and tell them I'm back! And they attacked me first!" she said, begging.

"I'll get right on it. I'll tell them the girl from the alternate dimension who fell through time says hi. Because they're obviously so worried about you that they've bothered to show up already," the little port window snapped shut and Deula snapped and started screaming and pounding at the door.

"I'm not lying! I'm not crazy! Someone listen to me! Somebody!" she cried, and was left there, pounding on the door to her padded cell.

"Someone!!!!"

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