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"That's great Jason." Leslie smiles, glad he was taking her seriously enough to rewlly consider what she was saying.
"Kind of. Its more about recognising where you are now. What is good about the present moment. A lot of the time life has you working to the next goal, then the next. Which - it is good to be goals oriented sometimes. It can help make changes and improvements and reach aspirations... However this is more about seeing the good in the moment. Being present. Which, in turn, a lot of people find helps them in the future."
She was careful not to reinforce his idea that he needed to become better, that was the opposite of what she was trying to achieve. "You mention being better. I'm curious. What would better look like to you? What is it that is different to the Jason Todd we have here today?"
Jason picked at his nails.
His qualities?
He was working on them, to meet Bruce’s expectations of him. “I suppose,” Jason shrugged. “I’m a quick student. In school too. I’ve already caught up with my backlog, so I guess I’m appreciative of that. And it’ll help me be better. Is that what this is for, really? To become better?”
And it was obvious, that Jason wasn’t a medical sense. Or even a psychological one.
He needed to be better than he was. To prove he was worthy of the colors, despite his early successes as Robin. As Jason Todd.
The corner of her lip quirked at his appology and Leslie was reminded again of how young the boy was.
It was with an ignored pang of sadness for the boy that she put her next question to him. Food and shelter and school were not things a boy his age ought to be concerned about. "Do you think its something you could continue to do?" She was curious to see what he would fill it with when those types of answers began to run low.
He was glaring at her notepad, but Leslie continued unperturbed. Jason would just need to get used to it. Hopefully after a few sessions, he wouldn’t care as much but it only reaffirmed that she had been right to leave it out in their previous session.
“That’s great Jason. Well done.” She wasn’t going to ask to see the journal, that hadn’t been her plan. But she did have questions for him regarding it. “How did it feel, purposefully thinking of different things to be grateful for? Was it easy, difficult, talk me through it.”
Gotham Social Worker: so what’s the deal here?
8 year old Bruce: my family’s butler Alfred will be taking custody of me
Gotham Social Worker: okay cool sounds legit. we done?
Bruce: ... you don’t have file do any paperwork? do a background check? ask about his last name?
Gotham Social Worker: nah you seem chill
Bruce: well okay then
LMAO I just looked into it and basically... yeah.
(Batman Vol.1 #0)
"The works fine. I enjoy it... It's fulfilling." She shook her head slightly dismissing the idea, lip curling at the compliment. Bruce was sweet when he wanted to be. Leslie just appreciated him dropping by, a rare occurrence these days given how busy he was.
"I don't know." Leslie mused. "I go to work. And then I go home. If I'm lucky, neither you or any of your brood need patching up - which is a double edged sword seeing as that's the only time I really see any of you at the moment..." There was admonishment in her tone, though it wasn't not unkind. She understood why.
"It gets a little lonely sometimes." Leslie admitted quietly.
docthompkins:
Open starter.
“I had a client today ask me if I’m happy.” Leslie began, swirling the amber liquid in the bottom of her glass. “I didn’t answer, of course. Professional boundaries and what have you.”
She took a sip, savouring the flavour, the burn of it at the back of her throat. “But still. It did make me wonder.”
“Well, if you’re not happy than why do you still work?” Bruce asked. “There are a million things you can do and be amazing at.” He took a small slip of his drink.
“Then here’s the question; Are you happy?”
