Gotham Therapy Center [Western Crossover]

Even after she was corrupted and turned into a Twisted One, Sipu En remained a devout believer in the Holy Spirit. Sipu En brought her companions, who had also become Twisted Ones, to Gotham. “What are you even here for?” one of her companions grabbed Sipu En by the collar and shook her hard. “Weren’t we coming here for a feast? Why won’t you let us eat anything?” After turning into a Twisted One, Sipu En’s diet changed. Ordinary food could no longer satisfy her. Only the emotions in human souls could. Gotham was a great place: chaotic and lawless, crawling with crime, and perfect for Twisted Ones to live in. Who would have thought that after coming here, Sipu En wouldn’t feast to her heart’s content? Instead, she was constantly going hungry and wasting her strength to heal a bunch of people even stranger than they were. A kid in tiny shorts fell from the sky. A huge man with black, pointed ears fell from the sky. A man with a well-shaped backside fell from the sky. A man who looked like an alligator fell from the sky. A man with half his face rotted away fell from the sky… Wait, why were they all falling from the sky? “Because I’m in the darkest, most sinful corner of Gotham.” Her companion asked, “Why are you staying there? You don’t even eat anyone.” Sipu En asked him, “What’s the difference between paradise and hell?” He said, “Infinite happiness and infinite pain.” Still a devout believer, Sipu En resolutely threw herself into this place. “Then my Holy Spirit is here.” If flowers can bloom in a swamp of sin, then this place is paradise. # Q&A on the menu at Gotham’s best healing spot Q: What does the soul of the Bat look like? A: Haven’t tried it. Next question. B: It’s scorching hot. Such a burning, passionate soul. Q: What does the Joker’s soul taste like? A: Haven’t tried it. Next question. B: Like popping candy? It prickles your mouth and tends to go down the wrong way. Wouldn’t recommend eating it. Q: What about Alfred’s? A: Haven’t tried it. Next question. B: It reminds me of my mom. Sob, I really do love cookies. Q: Who’s tasted the Red Hood’s soul? B: (Barging in) She did! She tasted it! A: … Q: How did it taste? B: She went on a hunger strike! A: … “The monster who tasted your soul felt its bitterness from that very moment.” · The characters belong to everyone; the OOC is mine. Expect plenty of OOC and headcanons. · The timeline may be a little confusing. The characterization is whatever the author likes best (please be gentle). · The heroine is chaotic good. · The pairing is with the Red Hood. Theme: Love and hope can bring beauty.